Album: Lightkultur

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All di crew an di massive where is my posse? Hand mi de acid inna dem face mi a go
dash it. Gimme a "uuh" if you love it, a "prah" if you bu'n it. Hand mi di tonic,
mek dem drink it till dem vomit. Pompom, cyan crush it, dem haffi suck it. To how
dem tired, dem haffi drink whole heap a coffee. Cyan kill no more prophet di youth
no impassive. Cyan believe the media, caus dem comb it and dem brush it. Blackness
dem can't block it the Pope said you must not joke with jacket. Di joystick we've
got it to navigate the public. Love, love, love. Now me go say: uuh... is a very
delicate topic that's why I hint at it don't adress it. It's all about the way you
drop it. Real shit a di best shit. Dis some east an some west shit. Some unity and
strenght shit. Like a lunatic a fancy when a tune a hit mi gently. Extend mi
mentally like sensi or Calli. Mek mi fly down the alley. And shut up dem rally. Mi a
go kick up dem posse. Slap dem like a fossy. When mi love turn into fire. And mad dem
like Mariah. That' why me a go buzz it. What dem portray mi cannot trust it. Dem to
craven, dem to fussy dem a big time liar. Mi a go flush it. Devil dem a worship come
fi bless it, not fi curse it – come fi cleansen it and fi wash it.