Lyrics:
flares, sirens glare
I'm in an iron chair with people who care
Don't get the lion share
When I don't give a fuck, then I ain't fair
I'm on a higher tier
London, Venice, Greece or LA county
The one’s who speak the most always know the least about me
The insecure people be the ones who always shouting
I
'Ms Jackson' and the
Celebratory gender-appeasing 'Call Before
I Come'
Andre, who's stripped down to the
Waist by midway point
Is the most riveting
a ho short from a pimp
With the gangsta walk limp
I tossed up the hat by the Raiders
Now I'm crocodile and alligator
Tryin to get my paper, man, they say
got friends who swipe that's jack money
I know rappers who bite that's snack money
I know mans on the pipe who need crack money
Man are taking 'consi
did Big Brother like Dappy
Or went in the jungle like Tinchy
Tbh I was raised by lions and apes
It's a real jungle where I live
See man have got
Everybody sing we, we, Jamaicans who we be
London a sing we, we, Jamaicans who we be
[Chorus: x2]
"I'm saying to you, that you will in a few minutes,
hear, from the man, who is taking the place,
of real black leadership, who will answer
sabi Kpansh
Alaye claim say
Na him sabi pass
Him sabi brag
Him sabi men
Wey sabi sarz
Him begin press
But him no sabi chat
The street no be
By who get
and get bent
That cut from dirty cloth who cut from cement
Original Tazeen got the crazy glow
Them devils try to jump me, I'm crazy though
Absolut Vodka
from the trees and prayed they didn't me
Cause I've got a secret
A forest temple
And i'll cast a spell on anyone who comes close
I wipe my bum with
mammals
I think deeper than Dolphins
I rhyme in the dimensions of a coffin
If u gotta problem u a dead man walking...
Who u talkin too?
Without a shadow
okay)
Flex on ex is all I do (All I do)
I'm the man, boy who are you? (Boy who are you?)
Lil' niggas keep they number 2's (They number 2)
'Cause I teach
dance, all they do is this (yeah, uh-huh)
And after the original you know what it is (this is the remix)
Welcome to Atlanta
Remix, it had to go down
(hah)
I know the club got enough niggas (huh!)
To slap your face, expert, who the next jerk, to make me
Exert heat? FUKKIT, let me network!
Ha-hah!
by you feeling lost
you reckoned our opportunity cost
sober approaching a line neatly crossed
original sin and our innocence lost
Weighty nights
flight
I swear to be a guide
Raising a glass to the unchosen and broken
Who were beaten and battered and cast aside
Sharpened and forged in fire
They're
as asinine as building a home by finding countries that are already inhabited and claiming you discovered them
Kingdom
Who do you think that you are? A King,
of my environment
Rocked to sleep by daily violence
Who's playin the tiniest violin?
High in the sky its defiant
The anti-Gravitational tyrant
Shoot em
The whole crew push it to the limit
All we ever do is get it
All we ever do is get it
Making that dough by the minute
The whole crew push it
Don't you know I know what it is you're scheming?
Who did you think gave you the right,
Hidden by the dead of night,
To take the world and turn it
Limpkit (say what?)
At least I got a P.H.A.T. Original band
Who's hot, who's not? (You)
You best step back, Korn on the cob (okay)
You need a new job
Limpkit (say what?)
At least I got a P.H.A.T. Original band
Who's hot, who's not? (You)
You best step back, Korn on the cob (okay)
You need a new job
I know I can't afford to stop (man, cool)
For one moment (I was in love with this girl, dude)
That it's too soon to forget (I was tore up, dawg)
I
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