[Skinnyman]
Who? Me, listen..
This time when we splash, trust we`re gonna splash
They`re gonna come up runnin` and pun us with their mash
Men are gonna stand firm, some are gonna dash
Some of them boys just ain`t ready for the clash
When you don`t see your life past you by in a flash
Cuz others wanna hate on the fat Jamaic` cash
Everything they`ve tried to achieve has even crashed
They`re left walkin` up and down road lookin` brassed
Alas, most of them men are fassio`s
Every two weeks they have to sign for dole
I`m on another level blood, check it, I`m-a roll
Rippin` down any spark with my famine toll
You don`t know how that go, any way you want it
Settin` you which way, blood I`m on it, so run it
Who? Me, listen..
I used to roll deep with a crew of nasty soldiers
Now I hold heat, carryin` that weight on my shoulders
The way that I`ve been raised is too much to get over
The way the streets have tried to mould us then hold us to the pavement
Now we`re facin` modern day enslavement
Gettin` shift, lookin` at the world behind the jail fence
Twenty three hours locked down is how your day`s spent
Thinkin` `bout the way all of my old school braves went
Cuz I been here puttin` it down for years
I watch my silence, screams will break the death ears
Nothings left here but a holy but fuckery
All over the country road is lookin` ugly, trust me
From the age of ten years old
Certain runnings that I`ve been through remain untold
Who? Me..
That`s why I resurface, cause everything I hear sounds worthless
Man who wanna play your part, they know your purpose
I know my heart, my rhyme`s stomp full of curses
Makin` every one around me start actin` nervous
Call doctors and nurses, emergency services
Pull it back like cartwheel spin reverses
Check my verses, the way I`m puttin` `em down
The way I`m shuttin` `em down, I`m not fuckin` around
I`m cleanin` up town like some old street sweepers
In broad daylight, I roll with night time creepers
Whoever want to eat us, beef us or show my peeps love
The others can meet their Grim Reapers
Forget bein` six feet deep dug, it don`t matter
After I`ve left ya with ya scull bone shattered
The heads that you see me roll ain`t no rappers
Gun clappers who live like nuttin don`t matter
