Lyrics:
a damn about anything but partying, on the dance floor through it all
Don't poison me and us
Clean yourself by your own
Your beat is so narrow, keep it in
Kingston in my zone, ayy yeah, yeah
Go fi ya dress and me go be outside
In a four by four, just be down in five
Mi know ya ting, how ya act so nice
off like a tourist pon a flight
Nuh dead by accident
Wi bust him head fi spite
How di fuck yuh si di infa-red
And think a peppa light! Mind yuh
Know life is truly nuh funny
Sometimes man need to be corny
So dem nah rope you fi di court
Mi stay true to my game
Day by day and night hustling
I be
fi see (that she need fi see)
Right by me side she a go stay yeah
She don't care what people a say yeah
We a go make it one day
We a go make it one day
time me run outta passion fi dah life yah
Me just (call up Jah, Selah I)
Each time me doubt, mi fate get tempted by di evil force
Me just (call up
whe we de pon
Dem wan fi know whe wi young gents de pon
Yeah
The law of attraction and green pastures
Associates bachelors then your masters
alone can stress me out
Born poor but me know me nah guh dead poor (Never)
Suh me hussle fi the cash more & more
Fi born poor Anuh your fault
Gettho ute
Confused by the grand illusion
They're never gonna let you see it
'Cause if they did, we'd all be free, yea
We're just caught up in the mass confusion
message had
A virus in it and
Now your showing
The beginning symptoms
Of a pre-determined
Conditioned victim
Hypnotized by the
Pixel pimping
When your
these things
You wanna be a baller
Shot caller
Go pop your colla
Nah fool up me head fi no dolllas
Have me in your bed a scream and a holla
Fi di
Good up
Omo ton ti la, do re mi fa so, Lati do-do-do
I just want you put your body on me (body on me)
When you're all alone you fi to call me (you fit to call
Hearted
They Want fi Diss I and I
No Matter What you do you
Can't Turn me Inna your Ways
Rasta Man from Yard
Rasta Man from long Way
Babylon
We Nah no Fool,
Cause baby girl me don't want fi be no friends
Me want have you by me side all inna depends
Baby, and no lie me a tell
Me love your style, me love your
These streets are cold
You better park well or your shit will get towed
That's district mode
Shingbain gbain o le sele mo
Cause I flip these flows
an illusion
All gifts are equal yours and equal theirs
Those who do not obey
By the natural laws
Of this eternal experience
Will be damned to the fires of hell
di girl and mek dem bawl out fi Jah Jah
(Yo, sim simma) and ah me got di girls dem power
(Sim simma) yeah, we cool and Mya sing by di hour now
I
Grab your neighbor and yo family, grab your friends cuz the kingdom come again
Tell them
About the man called Jesus who died fi all a them
Ya hear me
was blinded
By your cheap
Promises (yeah)
Your cheap
Promises
Lo-Fi Love
A background hum
Some downgraded version
Of what
Could be real love
Lo-
What is there to gain when fear's carved into your brain
What is there to claim as you chill in your living room
But your peace is arrested by
They take your right to protect yourself
Steeling your guns, you pride and realm
Capital punishment falls only on you
Wo oo oh! No more illusions
I'm
Freedom is an illusion
Freedom is an illusion
Freedom is an illusion, in your head
The law of gravity
What it says to me
I cannot
takes is one knock knock in the title bout
What she witnessed
Wasn't instance
By obvious conclusion
Her smile's an illusion
Her smile's an illusion
your sista and yuh bruda
A when they hold fi di mic they call me DJ Murderahh
Me lyrical champion, they call me lyrical champion
Lyrical champion,
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