Lyrics I'm Back - Ky-Mani Marley, Young Buck, Louie Rankin

I'm Back

Eh!
Ah-ah-ahhh
Ah-ah-ahhh
Ah-ah-ahhh
Whoa-oh-oh.
It’s the music, it’s movius miss mayhem
And if you wats probably say
Running around, yes
…time (town?), yes
Young Marley …
It’s been a while since I’ve been up in the place
Been a while since I’ve been up in your face
(let me tell you what)
It’s been some time, I’ve been takin' a break
But now I’m back on a high-speed chase
Let’s go!
I keep flippin' (flippin')
Can’t mark my… s, keep switchin' (switchin')
One minute it’s like this, next minute it’s like that
One minute I buy sauce, next minute I write rap
And still I get the dollar … and take it right back
I know you like that
…I was raised on the …
And one thing’s for sure
When I touch …
…clutch
Never run to the … such and such
Never talk shit, if you can’t …it up
…when the… link up
And JA link up
And MIA link up
And NY link up
And California link up
And Mid-west link up
Now let’s go!
Oh… oh!
Ah-ah-ahhhh
(Buck) I got the ashes of Bob in my
Got the black card in me
Creatin' the army
Jamaica ride forth in me
Our struggle ain’t no different from the soldiers at war
Political prisoners — Larry Hoover and Matulu Shakur
I’m gettin' letters in the mail from a kid in a cell
He’s turnin' 18 and been there since 12
Pretendin' not to say …
Instead of holding out your hand, no time to…
Nowhere to go!
So fuck it, I’ma hustle …
Hope this shit don’t put me out
Until I find another route
You can never judge
Or walk in these shoes
I might take a … but I never will lose
All these leaders… ain’t the same
You’d have never thought they’d die that day on that plane
Livin' life like tomorrow …
And you should too
'Cos till they find Osama then this shit ain’t through
(Ky-mani)
…back again
And … me … stuck again
… again
Reload … again
… again
From every … we … again
Them lyrics … and … again
And I flip … and I rip shows
I love good girls, I don’t love hoes
Born in Jamaica, but I was raised in the County of …
Food from the saviour … get paid
Who’s gonna save ya?
No I’m going 'gainst the grain?
They know my name, but not my hunger pains
I’m street livin' for the … of change-a
The maestro, yeah that’s my name
What a way to blow a track out
And I’ma hit until I black out
I’M BACK!