paroles de chanson The Lyricist (Flatline) - Edgar Oceransky , Tarang Nagi
So
what
dem
implying?
Di
teacha
haffi
sing
line?
DJing
nuh
inna
him
mind?
Cork
up
yuh
nose
fi
di
stink
rhyme,
A
di
king
time,
Mi
wicked
like
St.
James
and
Kingston
and
St.
Catherine
crime,
Roll
out
wid
di
shootas
fi
kill
time,
No
boxers,
Calvin
Klein,
Nuff
bwoy
waan
get
me
out
fi
reach
di
big
time,
Mi
sleep
and
wake
up
and
dem
still
trying,
Yuh
nuh
have
nuh
patience?!
Mash
up
yuh
clock
and
try
fi
kill
time,
But
mi
a:
Still
The
Lyricist,
Vocabulary
Physicist,
Melody
Michelangelo
weh
paint
da
graphic
images,
Get
a
condom
fi
yuh
ears
because
da
tune
yah
shot
like
syphilis,
Weh
di
title?
Aye
gimmi
dis!
Empire
is
di
wickediss,
I′m
da
baller
and
the
manager,
Alex
Ferguson
and
Bibby
dis,
Mi
stay
in
front
like
Genesis,
Yes
Who
waan
fi
penny
dis?
Guess
Mi
find
di
metaphors
weh
Jay-Z
and
Biggie
miss,
And
chaw
dem
up
like
WinterFresh
and
spit
dem
out
like
Wrigleys,
Mi
hot
mi
touch
green
grass
mek
it
ketch
fyah,
Sum
bwoy
nuh
thugz
mi
see
thru
dem
like
mesh
wire,
Yes
Iyah!
dem
license
expire,
Mi
rub
dem
out
like
mi
Benz
tire,
Mi
meds
higha
dan
Angel
pon
heaven's
wire,
Burn
dem
wit
di
hell′s
fyah,
Wah
prostitute
and
virgin
have
in
common?
Empire!
Dem
waan
come
inna
mi
bed
fi
cool
da
temper
yah,
Dem
enter
yah,
dem
linger
here,
Junky
gyal,
needle
and
syringe
a
wear,
Christian
gyal?
Ginger
beer,
Rasta
gyal
we
injure
here.
Mi
FlOW
like
di
town
cable,
Its
no
fable,
No
knights
of
di
round
table,
Tell
Adam
and
Eve
and
Cain
say
mi
doan
Able,
Dem
bwoy
deh
tek
mi
style
yet
dem
so
brazen,
But
Russian,
Mi
FlOW
like
di
town
cable,
Its
no
fable,
No
knights
of
di
round
table,
Di
bwoy
dem
bite
mi
style
yet
dem
so
craven,
Dem
come
in
like
di
big
fat
gyal
dem
so
Raven.
Mi
a
di
Portmore
pioneer,
Mi
an
mi
ooman
deh
fi
9 year,
Nuh
try
dat
my
dear
bout
me
an
you
mek
a
nice
pair,
Tek
my
advice
dear
get
it
outta
yuh
head
like
lice
here,
Mi
luvin
har
forever
if
life
spare,
Yuh
doan
know
mi
Afghanistan
yuh
only
know
mi
Times
Square,
Yuh
see
me
inna
di
Benz
changing
5 gear,
A
drink
Street
Vybz
like
its
Lite
Beer,
On
private
jets
mi
fly
Leer,
Adis
nuh
Nike
Air,
Mi
skin
paint
up
like
bike
flare,
Dat
a
di
easy
street,
Yuh
know
da
Elm
street?
Di
nightmare,
Di
days
when
mi
used
to
take
di
bus
and
cyan
find
fare,
Just
log
off
wid
yuh
virus
mi
have
spyware,
The
way
mi
brain
fertile,
America
wah
invade
an
drill
fi
oil
here,
Aye
Consi
dem
bwoy
deh
nuh
fancy,
Dem
a
Anansi,
Mi
lyrics
wear
dem
out
like
a
gangsy,
Dem
shame
inna
di
crowd
an
every
man
see,
Dem
fans
give
dem
thumbs
down,
Mi
a
thugs
and
dem
a
Bugs
Bunny.
Mi
FlOW
like
di
town
cable,
Its
no
fable,
No
knights
of
di
round
table,
Tell
Adam
and
Eve
and
Cain
say
mi
doan
Able,
Dem
bwoy
deh
tek
mi
style
yet
dem
so
brazen,
But
Russian,
Mi
FlOW
like
di
town
cable,
Its
no
fable,
No
knights
of
di
round
table,
Di
bwoy
dem
bite
mi
style
yet
dem
so
craven,
Dem
come
in
like
di
big
fat
gyal
dem
so
Raven.
Aye
Russian
Dem
fi
know
dis
is
not
a
throw
word
song
to
some
Queers
and
dem
gangs
fi
dem
build
some
mediocre
counteraction
songs.
Naw
its
just
a
reminder
to
the
fans,
to
the
One
Order,
to
the
Clans,
that
Vybz
Kartel
can
still
drop
his
lyrical
bombs!...Mi
FLOW
like
di
town
cable...
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