| Ey, ey
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| Watch ya dread
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| Hey hey
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| Kingston, be wise
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| Kingston, free up your mind
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| Kingston, just be wise
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| Kingston, free up the I, yeah
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| When the city a go click-clack-blow, you bet
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| Government fingers and tic-tac-toes in it
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| And while they working on the X’s and O’s
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| I’m living I-N-I like I’m Mister Kamoze
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| No surprise when they sending foes to me
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| Opposite of when plain clothes approaching me
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| Follow they rules is what they propose to me
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| Selling they souls for what is owed, you see
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| Nothing is owed, nothing is promised
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| Never know the government woulda run up inna them garrison
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| Without no sorry, without excuse
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| Soldier man inna them lorry, everybody get abused, and
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| Everybody have them views now
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| The media is owned so know where you get your news from
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| And the blood deh pon them shoes now
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| When them walking it trace
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| Look them hard in them face
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| And say
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| Now all the damage can’t quantify
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| Roy Rayon couldn’t sanctify
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| Say a nuff a dem them send fi die
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| So the city a intensify
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| Say the ghetto them a gentrify
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| Well I, nobody nuh identify
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| Nuff bodies unidentified and just a lie deh
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| Then where the gun deh? |
| Dead pon Saturday
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| Buried Sunday like Solomon Grundy
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| Like a no Sons of Solomon them have down deh
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| Leonard Howell, Pinnacle and them land deh
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| Subdivision, them deal it underhand deh
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| So learn it cause them come back with dem plan deh
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| So tell me how far do you wanna go now, hey
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| Cause them will ratta-tatta-tatta when u pow-pow-pow |