Lyrics Dela Move - Chronixx

Whoa, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah

I'm feeling great now, how you feeling?
Really really fine too
I have got some songs with many meanings
Read between di line
Now ah dis prophecy revealing
When you really pree di signs
You got to creep before you walk
You got to live before you die (yeah yeah, yeah)

Feeling great now, how you feeling?
Really really fine too
I've got some songs with many meanings
Read between di line
Now ah dis prophecy revealing
Really pree di signs
Creep before you walk (yeah)

Me put mi city pon di map (yeah), yeah
Dela splash (splash), yeah Dela move (move)
Blaze fire hot (yeah)
Barrel full ah crab, ooh, e barrel full ah crab (oh)
Think dem coulda stop me? (No)

Whole ah dem shell ah go crack
Unnuh crawl out di barrel dem, shoulda 'top
Whole ah dem show 'ya sell out
An' me land inna foreign, mi show never flop
Shell down di whole world already
Shell it down again and dem calling me back
Who coulda sick fi call me whack?
Share wid di whole ah mi bredren dem 50/50 when it drop

Me put me city pon di map (yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah, Dela splash (splash), yeah Dela move (move)
Paint pon ah shot
Rise up di something from out a di drop
Place haffi hot
Me wake up me granny, me tell her nuh mind
She ah go hear when di clap sound

Me hail of Chronicle di senior
Ah di junior ah chat, yeah
Ah weh dem ah go do when time dem chune 'ya ah drop?
Go tell di baby dem get ready 'cause do dueler ah come
Dem think ah yesterday
Ah from me ah likkle youth me ah chat
(Stiggy, ding ding ding)
Me nuh play ring ding with Reggae music
Gi' me mi ring
Man a ital jockey
Dilly and dally with any riddim
Nuh gi' me nuh praise
Gi' Highly Selassie him ah di king
Just gi' me mi crown
Cah me ah him son, nuh play wid mi thing
Don't play wit me ting cah man ah top musician
Melody ah mi weapon, lyrics ah mi ammunition
His Highly and Selassie send me, we deh pon a mission
Me nuh know how dem ah go get di microphone from out ah me hand

Jah never give di power to
Ooh, no ball head man
To judge a rasta man
Ah tell you, oh no child
And Jah will never give di power to
Ooh, no ball head man (no ball head man)
To judge a rasta man, no child

No child
No child
Ooh, for the yute dem, now
Oh no