| a who dem a try fi diss you?
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| sattah man!
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| as me hold the microphone the blame is mine
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| who me a talk to and wha me seh fi feel you fine
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| nobody can’t put inna mi mouth a bloodclat rhyme
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| cause yuh fi member seh we nah go move by the line
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| some people use fame to make you align
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| dem come out with a none hit just right in time
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| musical industry needs a warning sign
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| cause wha dem call fa fashion is worse than crime
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| if you’re in trouble share it with somebody
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| arrange everything till the morning comes
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| grudge fi bun cause we deal with sympathy
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| and if you do the same all fuckries are done
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| the words that you say and the things that you do
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| can make you feel so bad
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| cause every little word can hurt us
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| we pull away and lose on purpose
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| mi see a lot of idiots dem a talk too much
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| but mi feel dem boy nah warmer than a chocolate fudge
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| the remedy fa dem man is a friendly touch
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| but if you undecided than i will be your crutch
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| as I see a the whole world still not ready
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| cause we use words without responsibility
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| what’s going on with the humantiy
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| relation must be managed intelligently
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| why they want to do it wrong
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| why none a dem can’t understand
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| noting’s gonna be alright
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| if they gonna kill the vibe
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| if you’re in trouble share it with somebody
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| arrange everything till the morning comes
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| grudge fi bun cause we deal with sympathy
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| and if you do the same all fuckries are done
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| the words that you say and the things that you do
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| can make you feel so bad
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| cause every little word can hurt us
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| we pull away and lose on purpose |