Текст Jahmiel – Badness

Macado:
Done know how the thing go
Oh, oh
Str8

First thing
Mama tell me say, me born special
And if that dem rather waan see me suffer
Just like they did to Jesus
See dem kill him in front him own mother
Look wha’ Cain do to Abel (yeah man)
And the two a dem was brother
How me fi trust another
Won’t even trust me shadow

Jahmiel (Mavado):
The crime rate keep running up
God and gun a my only luck
Fuck all a who waan see the Ras’ fall
One bag a gun hold me up (suck your mother)
Right now me hot like (hahaha)
Nah mek dem cool me off
Try run in inna me spotlight (seen)
Rifle shot fold dem up

Mavado:
Some are wise and some otherwise
But a one shot close dem eyes
Really… (really)
Badness
Jahmiel:
Nah gi’ dem no other dime
Man a full dem up a dollar coin

Mavado:
The brawlers gun related
Lef’ bwoy grung related
White like
So dem bone white
Hey
Bumbohole mussi think say badness can’t stop
Or your skin too though fi .45 shot
And inna your head the marrow drop inna your lap
Though, one inna your mouth, a better say you top chat
Pussy stop tek badness to Snapchat
Spanish Town road stingers to ratback
The brawlers put a rifle a every hotspot
Lef’ the murder rate higher than any crack spot
Tell dem badness can’t stop again, straight copper dem
Kill dem, flowers haffi plant up a dem
Dem no bad a song, grasshopper dem
Body stinking, you no see the place raas hot again

Jahmiel (Mavado):
The crime rate keep running up
God and gun a my only luck
Fuck all a who waan see the Ras’ fall
One bag a gun hold me up (yeah man)
Right now me hot like (hahaha)
Nah mek dem cool me off
Try run in inna me spotlight
Rifle shot fold dem up

Mavado:
Inna badness, a one way in, go tell dem no way out
The rifle dem lock man, mek we hear dem out
We no buy box a shot, dem haffi wait dem out
The rifle dem loud, dem couldn’t hear dem shout
Stink in the morning
When jancrow a fly, don’t think a gawling
Funeral again and people bawling, but
Say no gyal go call him
Sun down till dust up, a so the thing dem a bust up
Finger ‘pon the trigger that a touch up, mash up
Mini 14 lef’ you crush up
When you see the red ‘pon bwoy shirt a no ketchup

Jahmiel (Mavado):
The crime rate keep running up
God and gun a my only luck
Fuck all a who waan see the Ras’ fall
One bag a gun hold me up (you mad, you seen)
Right now me hot like
Nah mek dem cool me off
Try run in inna me spotlight
Rifle shot fold dem up

Mavado:
Some are wise and some otherwise
But a one shot close dem eyes
Really… (really)
Badness
Jahmiel:
Nah gi’ dem no other dime
Man a full dem up a dollar coin
Ride off on wheelie… (wheelie)
(Ride off on wheelie)