Anyweh you deh we couldn't tek we life

You nuh bad youth because you nuh have a choice
Not a berrita you cyaan mek rise
Not a skull you pop like pepper-light
Cyaan diss no man 'pon the Sparta side

A the house 'pon the hill a that get you bad
So you go laydown and roll with funny gad
Good, good, Jahmiel turn gully Bad
Suck you mother you nuh bad
Go one side mek mi step cross and kill out the Gully
Buss one inna the sky, you got to die
You get it? Got to die
You get it? You funny? Got to die
Him marrow fly, Alkaline you too bloodclaat lie
Mi sure seh you never buss a gun yet
'Bout you have four rifle a lean up 'pon wall
And a wait fi ready fi mek step
You too bomboclaa lie
Any time you ready, bomboclaat try
You nah do not a bomboclaat crime
A peer brata 'pon you bomboclaat mind

No angels on earth can save you tonight
No God on earth can protect your life

Badman dawg, Sparta, fully evil
We go anyweh inna the world, go murder people
When the mackie ring inna you ears it go so prr prr
When dem fi do crime dem belly just a go so
Dawg, no where no far, so we never tek long
Hell open up and burn the fake bad
Peer evil mi let lose pon the land
Purge mi a purge, mi just kill the first one

Ride up 'pon the yeng, yeng, kick the kick stand
Ten mi go give him out a the 6-pants
In-front a family blood, catch you infant
King Kelly give Jahmiel infection 'pon him tongue
You nuh bad, hmmm, not a crime dem nah do
Dem bwoy deh nuh bad, bad
No dem nuh bad, no, no, dem nuh bad

Peer hallow point mi have fi the rass come
Rise up the rifle, shoot the gad down
Lock down Jamaica, shoot down the sun
No where fi hide, dem haffi hide underground
You a go dead fi the bomboclaat word a your tongue
And the lose meditation you a hold
Seh dem nuh have a chick nor a child
Nor a care in this world
That mean a bare man you waan roll

Mi nuh hype with mi friend dem gun
Mi buy dem and send dem 'round
Berrita stormy left the place dry
When rain fall from peer dark sky

Murder the bloodclaat Dread, cah him time expire
Anyweh mi see him, peer gunshot a fire
Cut out you belly with a big gatire
And roll out you tripe 'pon a roll a bob-wire
Dem a get no burial, no funeral
Nothing you fi get, no hospital
Nothing, what a situation critical
Not even Jesus cyaan come yah so come create a miracle

A who send a dem
Yeah man the killy weh ready you waan dead again
You mek the rass boost you and give you supplegen
Shot inna you lox blood red, colouring

Teacher send fi Uncle Demon
Seh fi rise every gun, rise every media
Send couple grenade fi kill couple man
Mi fling one a court house and couple station
Always have it 'pon me
All inna the crowd cah mi no dead in deh

Straight out a mi bed
Shot buss inba you belly and inna your face
The one shot weh miss you go 'round the corner go kill a man
That mean it regoshake

No angels on earth cyaan save you tonight
No God on earth cyaan protect your life
Note:This song is a diss for Mavado, Alkaline & Jahmiel.