(Verse 1)
All who never, never, push up yo lighter
And some bwoy a the first fi push up dem hand
When dem know dem a swiper
All who fully straight give him a signal
Some bwoy a push up dem hand an a dem a tek
Like a big yard tek
(Chorus)
All who real to the thing
The king weh nah kneel to the thing
The woman weh no dash weh belly
Pon no mike yuh no sing
And tek one man like Gaza Slim
All who real to the team involve in a no sadomie
Baller wi no follow people dem haffi follow we
Wi set the trend, wi set the trend
(Verse 2)
And if they were to tek a lie detector test
Wi would a find out seh dem a, seh dem a
Rape a likkle girl yo get mi more than vex
Is like yo smoking something weh more than ses
Peteval deserve more than a couple objects
Rather stay poor than fi bow fi success
Wi nah back down wi have allot fi express
A righteousness mi manifest
And any bwoy weh dis dem mother
Hey bwoy from a man yuh go dagger
Yuh no have no love for each other
A prove who badder
Yuh a go fall right off a the ladder
The artist weh full a envy
Tell dem no spar to benti
And any bwoy weh violate
Then evidently, dem mussi waan dead and buried
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(Verse 2)
Mi no rate the bleacher
From yo block stay block
Now yo look like a creature
With grades run come wid responsibility
Educate the youth a that mi tell the school teacher
Tell the prime minister, fi form an alliance wid the opposition leader
Wi looking for a better future
For them youths yah, one love
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(Repeat Verse 1)
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