| I lyrical Gun-aklan was never born
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| I buss out of meh mother womb,
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| Grab a mic, slap the doctor and gone.
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| Aaah-taaa-klan
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| This is not a negotiation
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| This track so hot, it could bun down yuh station.
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| Pass the mic to the left like Kushumpeng
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| Mess up mind like filth in a pigeon pen.
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| Sink careers like coin in a wishing well
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| Attitude like, 5 day old fish: it smell
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| Pocket fat like whale on a beach get beached
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| Scatter crowds like germs get hit with bleach.
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| Lemme put on one fresh white suit and preach
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| With some beat that big fat around like peach
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| This music was built on lyrical content
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| Substance that hold together like solvent
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| Cyar make no cents, if you make no sense.
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| Not one dollar, one coin, not one pence
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| Better wise up fast now and jump fence
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| Otherwise you cant send yuh daughters to convent.
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| Have to sell yuh house, and pitch a one tent
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| That a the end result, when you sing nonsense.
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| Bridge
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| Aaaa-aaaa
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| This a the music of wine and rhyme
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| This a the music of the now time
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| With the melodies to blow yuh mind.
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| Aa-aa Aaaa-aaaa
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| This a the sound of a renegade mind
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| Viking and Ataklan combined
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| This is lyrics to the end of time.
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| When yuh jamming in the Soca band
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| Time to break way and just raise yuh hand.
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| Well everybody in the crowd now raise yuh hand,
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| When yuh jamming in the soca band.
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| When plenty gyal wine back on plenty man
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| Allyuh break way and just raise yuh hand.
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| This is Bunji Garlin alongside Ataklan
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| When yuh jamming in the soca band
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| Re-introduction
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| Me name Ataklan
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| Not into suction
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| Lyrical wukkerman
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| Causing a ruction
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| Straight through the Carnival
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| Up in a the dance with the Viking General.
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| (Jus Now!)
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| New dimension
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| Anyone, everyone, inside yuh section
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| Whole world getting a Soca infection
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| Controller
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| Keep your injection.
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| Buss the connection,
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| Make the correction
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| Win the election
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| For the evolution
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| My contribution to the iration
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| Sweetest lavway pan composition
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| Gih dem drums and gih dem bass
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| Real steelpan up in yuh face
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| Think yuh mad and playing brave
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| Turn you into a riddim slave.
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| Aaaa-aaaa
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| We party island
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| We full of style and
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| Well versatile and
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| We party wild not mild.
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| Aa-aa Aaaa-aaaa
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| This is survival
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| We party tribal
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| Aint no denial
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| Soca revival
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| Ayeeee
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| Slap them with the truth like a branch from a cactus plant
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| Absorb it like a planet Galactus want
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| See meh cool and quiet and nonchalant
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| We are the lyricists none of them cyar challenge
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| Bunji pass back the mic to the right, make I spit
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| Full on meh Trinidad identity clip
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| Me like Robin Ragamuffin
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| Never ever quit
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| With riddematic and erratic, lyrically quick
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| Aaaa-aaaa
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| This a the music of wine and rhyme
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| This a the music of the now time
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| With the melodies to blow yuh mind.
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| Aa-aa Aaaa-aaaa
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| This a the sound of a renegade mind
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| Viking and Ataklan combined
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| This is lyrics til the end of time. |