Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dancehall Prophecy , by - Mavado. Release date: 27.09.2018
Song language: English
Dancehall Prophecy |
| Badmind, badmind, badmind |
| Cyaan stop me thing |
| Dem cyaan win |
| Ghetto youths |
| Shout it out 'pon every house top |
| Me cyaan stop, me cyaan drop |
| Nuff a dem want me heart stop |
| Me cyaan flop, me cyaan flop, me cyaan 'top |
| Shot fire, me cyaan drop |
| Rise, man a rise and dem want see me fall |
| And look how much things man do fi Dancehall |
| Work fi me share and me never want all |
| Now dem waan me fi beg, nah go back a white squall |
| Man open up your eyes dem things ya a prophecy |
| Right in front a yuh face, man turn dreams inna reality |
| Make me tell you this |
| Tomorrow no promised to no man, me live on iconically |
| No mortality, me music live on, me a Dancehall prodigy |
| Hey |
| Dem a live 'pon me name, like clothes |
| Well waan see me coffin and rose |
| The gully up fi 24 hour |
| So no p**sy cyaan catch me a dose |
| Father God show me all enemy |
| Me see wolves a pose 'pon the sheep role |
| But me nah be the man dem expect me to be |
| What more dem expect me fi gi'? |
| Grandma |
| All my life… |
| A you tek me to church, said to do what’s right |
| Father God, then a why me get so much fight? |
| At the end a the tunnel, me must see the light |
| Hey |
| Shout it out 'pon every house top |
| Me cyaan stop, me cyaan drop |
| Nuff a dem want me heart stop |
| Me cyaan flop, me cyaan flop, me cyaan 'top |
| Shot fire, me cyaan drop |
| Rise, man a rise and dem want see me fall |
| And look how much things man do fi Dancehall |
| Work fi me share and me never want all |
| Now dem waan me fi beg, nah go back a white squall |
| Wish me likkle son could a see and understand |
| Nuff a dem will love to see your father hang |
| Shoot me in the back like they did Daddy Gan |
| Big funeral like they give Radigan |
| Set you up, so dem wicked and tan |
| Cyaan trust a soul inna the ghetto weh you from |
| Dem kind a life ya mi get away from |
| From dem no straight, hold a separation |
| Alright then |
| Dem kinda fight ya me like win |
| A no now dem a fight, from me rising |
| You no see? |
| So me must a do the right thing |
| God never born with a gold spoon inna Him mouth |
| So a struggling a my thing |
| As a man you haffi deal with life like yuh deh pon yuh woman |
| Yuh keep on riding |
| Shout it out 'pon every house top |
| Me cyaan stop, me cyaan drop |
| Nuff a dem want me heart stop |
| Me cyaan flop, me cyaan flop, me cyaan 'top |
| Shot fire, me cyaan drop |
| Rise, man a rise and dem want see me fall |
| And look how much things man do fi dancehall |
| Work fi me share and me never want all |
| Now dem waan me fi beg, nah go back a white squall |