The villain ain't rhymin' off cred alone. Let him get some cognac, a mic and a headphone. Smoke the mirrors, caught her in the mix. Couldn't read the shorthand for mortars and bricks.
Why did you buy this album?. I don't know why you did. You're stupid. Go *** yourself. . The super flow with more jokes than Bazooka Joe. A mix between Superfly Snuka and a superhoe.
The fat is in the fire, a fryer made of chicken wire. Gettin' sick and tired of a friggin' liar. Pelican with some very soft mangoes. A closet full of skeletons and terry cloth Kangols.
His name's Doom. They wonder just who is he but don't worry. Believe me he'll get busy when it comes to poetry. He's got plenty la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury. We all lived through the 70's, the clothes, the music. The heartwarming but rarely amusing Ziggy cartoons. Now, later, who are we to look at these two.
Not a lot of bling. When he do the thing, bada boom, bada bing. From the womb to the tomb. Get that ricotta, bada bing, bada boom. . Doom, your reputation precedes you.
Dangerdoom in the hizzy. Widdy, widdy, widdy, widdy. Widdy, widdy, widdy, we. We need food. . What you doin' there?. I'm rappin'. Yeah, no, no, I see that, what for?.
Eeeeh, Eeeeh. Ooh, Ooh. Eeeeh, Eeeeh. Got alot of booty in your pants. and you got alot got alot of booty in your pants[x7]. and you got enough...... .
CHORUS (Eve). You said that you love me. Oh what happened to the love. You said that you love me. Oh what happened to the love. . VERSE. . And there is a rather large population.
Out in the streets, they call it murder. . Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at. Two pound ah weed inna van back. It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your backpack.
Yeah, yes mi Lion. Always look on the brighter side of life, you know. Nuh must. . Now, don't you ever give up, don't you ever give in. Don't you ever give up, don't you ever give in.
Yes, give thanks and praise. To the most high Jah Rastafari. Yeah, you know. As I would say ya, you know. The father is the strong hold for the oppressed.
Vexation of spirit is a waste of time. Negative thinking, don't you waste your thoughts. Verbal conflict is a waste of word. Physical conflict is a waste of flesh.
A your youth you know, wew. . For the master has come back, gong the originally. Run for the grand finale, mi inna mi Clarky-Wally. For the master has come man, man, I do it regularly.
Well den a two gyal mi have. And I am stuck in between. One a hold out. Like she don't want to give in. One a move out. Like she don't want to live in.
All I do is stay focused, looking straight forward at the world and beyond. I feel people pulling me down. I feel some pulling me up, I can't get stuck.
Some girl in the twinkling of an eye. Dem ah ready fi come pull down mi Karl Kani. Oh, come on now tell me how can I. Love ah, one dat really don't deserve me?.
Where there's, more hungry mouths. Than food to eat. It's where the homeless. Roam the street. Where broken glass. And broken dreams. Are shattered and scattered.
You never hear a weh the Jr. say. See many girls who look so fine. And still I'm searching even night and day. An can't find a gal who look so lovely.
I Jr.Gong long side Yami Bolo. Come to tell you a little story about the girl next door. Certain tings can happen but she will never know. Unless she come ah di rasta man stage show.