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I sing songs to my son like “**** The Police”
Same time I'm trying to tell him “enough's as good as a feast”
“Let money be the least of your worries, just try to earn”
“Try to don't go jail stuck begging man for burn”
I know, I just came home from out the pen
I swear down I won't be going there again
But that a maybe
I'm on the right track but most man slide back or get side-tracked because the lifestyle's crazy
The weekend's coming and we're wavy and all the youths know now is xxxx you pay me
Can't blame them ‘cos that we teach the babies
And greed has been good since the 80's – Gecko
Riddimkilla does it for the art – Deco
Test me though I'll let the ting bark, hear the echo
Ra ta ta ta ta ta start popping it off
The games done now we're locking it off
The next Chapter
Man they say they're gonna get rich or try dying but they're lying
‘Cos they're lazy and they're gonna die broke ‘cos they don't grind
And don't read they just believe in YouTube
How's your seed supposed to believe in you dude?
When you've forgotten that they put us on the bottom where it's rotten
And the little that we've got is just a crumb still
Them man there jiggabooing, niggers act dumb still
But xxxx what them niggers doing I'll be with the Black folks
Strategising on mobilising the Black vote
Or barbequing and teaching my son to backstroke
So when you're gassed and you're bruk I'm like a slag with her fanny sewn shut
“I couldn't give a xxxx”
I don't rhyme for the sake of riddling
Those piss-piddling rapper boy dem they need kicking in
So disinfect the mic they're spitting in and give them little Ritalin
And tell them boys there “calm the xxxx down”
I don't just rhyme with no reason
I'm living in the now but know that now is just a season
Trying to milk the cow because the pickney need feeding
But won't spoil the child if he's wild I'm a beat him
Yeah!!! I play to win I'm a competitor
Tell me yout to let the spirit in and let it better ya
Better that you don't pick up the ting and turn a predator
But real talk I got the devil in me like America
‘Cos I know what the dream is I've seen it
Try to rob the lot like Jimmy Hoffa did the teamsters
Don't take a genius to know in these times
That you get nothing for nothing and everyone's gotta grind
Yeah! It's the bass and the truth
I'm replacing the loose lips of youth with the burden of proof
So we're burning what them batty washers bring to the booth
We bun that ‘cos them batty washers lie to the youts
For Real