Lyrics:
to Kingston man from where this all came
Babylon nah gon like this one
Nah gon like this like
Try and fight this one
Try and fight this
Wicked nah gon like
No rest for the wicked its death at every turn
Use to call me the future now the future my concern
Now don't you understand man universal law
What you
If you knew what's on my mind you'd think I'm wicked
Imma reminisce on times I think I'm missing
And the ones that say they riding ain't get
of the wicked ina camouflage.
Mi waa fi know a weh dem dutty heart stem from. “Probably a dem father dawg” use dem smile fi hide dem intention. “Camouflage man
jealousy and envy, heavy and plenty
Within the man who claim they friendly
But really, not really, blind shots
But see it clearly, that's without the henny
pot
Tecca Nina gonna be sought after this drop by the people that go toss rappers hip hop
So you thinking you religious?
When you condemn another man
a couple lil' checks to get by.
Right there with a shawty tellin' me that it's mine,
Dream of somethin' sweet whenever I close my eyes.
Man, I hope
wicked
At least a me dey want we poor man think we make we all die in vain
The reason getting richer why the poor man a die each and every day
We remain
don't cry.
Jah children rising High. Ever blessed and guided by di hand ah The Most High.
Wicked man will you satisfy? With di mount ah blood Inna yuh
narrow, bringing us all together
New friends being made in the process
A by-product of the pursuing process
Producing a professional being the main aim;
Hey, don't miss out on what you're passing
You're missing the hootah of the funky Buddah
Eluder of the fucked up style's that get wicked
So come
a psychotic wicked clown
Fucking my friends ain't healthy
'cause I grab you by the face and fuck you up
And it's like that bitch that's the way it is
I'm
in love with a good timin' man
She loves him in spite of his wicked ways she don't understand
With teardrops and laughter they pass through this
girl in tears
The shadow of a man overwhelms her fears
"Mommy, mommy, NO!", the words of a battered child
The wicked, wicked mommy has the sticks
know we know we know we wreck shop
I kick a wicked rhyme, what more can I tell ya
You're quick to pick and find a hardcore record seller
I paved
Salt, I looked around, and I couldn't believe this
I swear, I stared, my niece my witness
The brother had it goin' on with somethin' kinda, uh
Wicked
stood up and that mans me (uh ha)
To show you what it takes to be a real MC
You need wicked wicked rhymes [SCRATCHING]
With a sticky sticky style
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
the strength and the energy the energy and make me talk to me family me family and each and every wicked man uno follow me judgment it ah nuh guh pretty iniquity
and
Your face when your cussing
Even when your wrong and no
One can tell you nothing
I'm addressing to the fact that
I can put my trust in
Man sexy but it's
shit get wicked
Push the gas, give a fuck bout a ticket
Get the cash, give a fuck bout these bitches (huh)
You said you bout it, boy knock it off
These
owls
I am Iron-Man, you know who's under my cowl
Who's on shit right now should done rich by now
Nuff Gyal to pump and grind, out nuff Punks to light out
down
With a psychotic wicked clown
Fucking my friends ain't healthy
'Cause I grab you by the face and fuck you up
And it's like that bitch, that's
man
Pitito man mi a pitito
Por la mañana me levanto
Y ya me fumo mi pitito
mi rolla mi rolla
mi wicked a wicked and wilda
mi rolla mi rolla
mi check
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