Lyrics:
huh)
Couple grand, that makes you a dead man
One phone call we send for the hitman
(Send for the hitman)
People die and no names get mention
People get
hear them say
We’ve got the power, hour by hour
Gaining more power, Battle Ready
You can’t defeat us, will be victorious
You’re gonna find us, Battle
seh:”Ready fi ready!Who dem are!?”
Sizzla Kalonji heartical,Marley heartical,Assasin heartical,
Dremen heartical,Tosko heartical,Kase O heartical,
Gentleman
I think you get the gist of it
I think you just had your first taste of the first place
Pacesetter with the letters put together
Unfettered by
Uh yeah
See, this is what these mixtapes is all about
Knah'msayin KaySlay?
Talk to the people, with no interruptions and interference
Put
me
To show the Free Bob right
The righteous Asiatic thinker
While Satan rob light
Civilised like the Molly
Burgundy, wildy rocking
Seen the fifth
to the Roc)
This is the last call for alcohol, for the
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get your ass up off the wall
The all around the world Digital Underground Pac
[Chorus: Stephen Marley]
And hey!
And I see you passing by my way, again
And I'm wondering if we can be good friends
And I see you passing by my
how it is in the streets of L.A.
People gettin killed today
You smile now and later you die
By a drive-by, you only have time to see the bullets fly
move too fast, people, just take it slow.
Don't get ahead, just jump into it.
Ya'll here a body, two peices to it.
Get stutted, get stupid.
You'll
I'm ready, I'm ready, I see what goals is
Got the right mind set, had to cut a few people out my life
Gotta keep grinding, secure the bag I can't waste
I'm in the scraper, I need the paper
Ain't nothing out here for free
The people are starving to eat
Engraved by the mark of the beast
The top getting
fuck the fame, I'm a simple man
Mr. International, player with the passport
Just like Aladdin, bitch, get you anything you ask for
It's either him
fuck the fame, I'm a simple man
Mr. International, player with the passport
Just like Aladdin, bitch, get you anything you ask for
It's either him
this way and let your mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party
Hey Grand master Bob that
Old school shit's fresh
But uh let's rock some of that
pride and get an original CD man
It's very expensive to record an album
It's very expensive
I wish our people can know
Buy buying a pirated music
How
To many people rushing around
Not enough people sitting down
Looking at the world through these eyes
Just letting time pass me by
I wanna sit down
Hmmm, I don't even wanna fuckin do this song for real, but I wouldn't be real if I didn't
I be sittin' by myself and I be thinkin' mama what have
again ready to get ill
The beat's not fake, the rhyme's hardcore
My name is M.C. Shan and I'm down by law
There's been this rumor going around
About
know, I'm ready for the show
Counting down my time like 3, 2, 1, go
Don't know where it ends but I promise imma grow
Talkin' mind body spirit fasho, go
ready to get it, motherfuck a critic, I'm livin' my life and
I've been on the grind tryna find my way (yeah)
People come and go but I'ma be the one
could you fill with all the people killed in war,
Now you look me in my eyes and tell me whats its good for.
Battlecry Remix
As interpolated by Bone
Warrior people of peace and love
Check it
Big facts seems our codes been cracked
By the big tech dopamine systems been hijacked
It's wack
Government
couldn't grow
Or the river that said it couldn't flow
Get in and have a go come along have a role
But it seems we sow only seeds of doubt
Just in our head
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