Whoa, well, well, well

Can't hold down ghetto you

Me say a we dem waan fi ram it up
A Konshens 'pon the riddim and a bomb it up
Beat badmind, mek dem choke and vomit up
Can't stop dem plan from before dem plan it up

Man a don dadda
Champion from me come out a me mother
Real to the thing, we no fake, we no actor
Cyaan stop ghetto youth weh a climb up the ladder
Go hard inna life, me go ring out you
Bwoy say that dem bad, but Subconscious badder
Thugs dem say, "South!", we the gyal dem rather
All the fight dem a fight man still a get hotter
When we set trend, likkle bwoy better follow
Kingston 20, weh unno say?! Yes, brother
Keep the peace, don't mek the war get hotter
Cons deh 'pon feet well neat and proper
Six days a the week, Sunday fi bank robber
Super Cat style this a jook like Macka
Jump 'pon the riddim and a drop like chopper
Any artist no know this, never learn proper
Man a real topper, topper

Dem say a we dem waan fi ram it up
A Konshens 'pon the riddim and a bomb it up
Beat badmind, mek dem choke and vomit up
Can't stop dem plan from before dem plan it up

Me no haffi try run dancehall
Dem know man a real champion
In the making a one more icon
Fan base about ten million

Don Dadda, bwoy a run race with the next number one
Not even know Josey Wales and Shabba
No know Ninja Man, Beenie Man, Ground Gaad
So how dem fi waan wake dancehall baddest
Dawg, dem cyaan DJ, auto tone grow grammar
Run out 'pon stage wrong key, wrong grammar
Run out a breath like dem lungs cyaan bother
Tell dem a Jay disorder, that a dancehall mama
2008 man say dem a the winner
Nah go yard without me, dawg, dem dinner
From that every year man thing a get bigger
And a nuff youth a road man turn a strength giver
Delus, Darrio, recruit me likkle brother
D. Marley and Masicka the Young Genah
Navada, nuff artist a some bredda
Mek we unite together

Dem say a we dem waan fi ram it up
A Konshens 'pon the riddim and a bomb it up
Beat badmind, mek dem choke and vomit up
Can't stop dem plan from before dem plan it up

And me say
Me no haffi try run dancehall
Dem know man a real champion
In the making a one more icon
Fan base about ten million

Me say a we dem waan fi ram it up
A Konshens 'pon the riddim and a bomb it up
Beat badmind, mek dem choke and vomit up
Can't stop dem plan from before dem plan it up

Man a don dadda
Champion from me come out a me mother
Real to the thing, we no fake, we no actor
Cyaan stop ghetto youth weh a climb up the ladder
Go hard inna life, me go ring out you
Bwoy say that dem bad, but Subconscious badder
Thugs dem say, "South!", we the gyal dem rather
All the fight dem a fight man still a get hotter
When we set trend, likkle bwoy better follow
Kingston 20, weh unno say?! Yes, brother
Keep the peace, don't mek the war get hotter
Cons deh 'pon feet well neat and proper
Six days a the week, Sunday fi bank robber
Super Cat style this a jook like Macka
Jump 'pon the riddim and a drop like chopper
Any artist no know this, never learn proper
Man a real topper, topper

Dem say a we dem waan fi ram it up
A Konshens 'pon the riddim and a bomb it up
Beat badmind, mek dem choke and vomit up
Can't stop dem plan before dem plan it up

And me say...