Lyrics Wicked - Darkman

Yes, what a lovely day (Wicked tune)
Yeah, wicked tune (Wicked tune)
Nice and easy (Wicked tune)
Oh, what you mean? (Wicked tune)

Come me come fi nice it up
Cah into di bomb-bomb, me come fi bruk it up
Me got di 'in' ting, over di street
Cah me come fi nice it up
'Out' ting, ah-ah-ah, no man no moan ting
I woke up this morning, yawny, yawny, yawning
Switched on my radio, guess what was playing?
Shine, you can, me nah go run
So me deh pon di mic and ready me come fi do it and, cuh
Rocking in the A and B

I slipped on my sneakers, then I come neatly

From Shyne, Richie running out of time
Can I get some post note time?
We gotta hit to the bomb-bomb, to the sound-sound
Gotta hit the road 'cause it's time now

Rolling to the White City area
Body's got a black interior
And a big ting carry this swing
'Cause I know a part of the ting, haha
And I'm feeling wicked

Wicked tune (And I'm feeling wicked)
Wicked tune (Full up of style)
Wicked tune (Nice and easy, feeling wicked)
Wicked tune (What's your credentials?)

Platinum sound where I get my credentials
Big up all the crew 'cause you know you get a mention
And a one a week hit the vibe, that's why we survive
And I got a hit 'bout sound, haha, and it's wild
Gotta groovy situation, funky sensation

That was the kind of beats I grew up on

Funky, funky bone so I kick a funky song
And you know my musical disc can't go wrong
Love it how I juggle and it feels right
Now I don't have to struggle for a bite and
I'm taking out all those phonies
By the way, who discovered Monie?
I got enough turtle dove, that's why I gotta love
Funky fresh rhythm and I'm feeling wicked

Wicked tune (And I'm feeling wicked)
Wicked tune (Full up of style)
Wicked tune (Yes, I'm feeling wicked)

V-A-R-K, you know we drop it lovely
V-A-R-K, you know we drop it lovely
V-A-R-K, you know we drop it lovely
V-A-R-K, you know we drop it lovely

Guess it's over, just like the fat Casanova
Who got his Benz jacked up? All is over
No more pudding, pass the pudding
It looks like it be your fucking hand that you're wooden

And a big ting, addicted to this kind of rapping
'Cause I know, 'cause I come fi style it
Funky fresh rhythm, it come from deep from within
That's how you know that it ain't no

Half step because you know my musical disc is kicking
Hip, dibbidy bop, dibbidy bop, finger licking
Just like the soca, surely keep you sweating
Into the bomb to the sound keep you wetting
Big up mi crew dem, cah love it how me do dem
On a big ting, a hundred percent niceness guaranteed
Hahahahaha

And I'm feeling wicked (Big up all the crew)
Wicked tune (And you know we, now we hit)
I'm feeling wicked (Wicked tune)
I'm feeling wicked (Wicked tune)
Yes, I'm feeling wicked (Wicked tune)
I'm feeling wicked (Wicked tune)
So we do ting, all the way, come fi nice it up
Big up all the crew cah you know we a di best
All the way, getting it down with the platinum sound
Because (Wicked tune)