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"[NaNe] - un cantaretz foarte tanar 19-20 de ani. Adora foarte mult animalele , mai ales cainii .... putetzi gasii hi5-ul sa vedetzi ... NaNe knta melodii mai mult despre vitza in romania , ceea ce este foarte adevarat. Mai toate melodiile lui snt dedikte vietzii murdare din Romania , despre tineri ce se drogheaza , despre copii saraci , despre batranii care nu au casa , despre fete care se porstitueaza pt. a produce bani shi maai ales despre conducerea tzarii ! Pe mn m-a fashcinat acest tanar cantaretzz ink din prima melodie care am auzit-o .... Nane - Nu Le PaSa !"
[Refren] Des eu praf, d-astea fac c-astea-mi plac, p-astea trag. Des eu praf, d-astea fac c-astea-mi plac, p-astea Des eu praf, d-astea fac c-astea-mi plac, p-astea trag. Des eu praf, d-astea fac c-astea-mi plac, p-astea trag. Născut pe unşpe iulie în anul şapteşnouă M-apropii de-o varsta nouă, cu-o experienţă nouă. Cu tot ce am pe carcă să o-mpărtăşesc vouă, Fiindcă eu nu pot să mă prefac că plouă. N-am putut să fiu uşă de biserică, Dar m-am trezit uneori că ţin un soi de predică. Şi-am dat sfaturi, eu fiind plin de greşeli Deşi nevrând să-ţi fac rău, aş fi putut să mă-nşel. Orice simt-gândesc-spun-fac se aude, Caut să fie deopotrivă şi n-aştept laude. Vezi tu, îmi cotezi textul cum crezi la bursă, Pentru ce-am greşit voi fi judecat la Sursă. Că printre vechi am zeci de rânduri pripite, Azi mi le contrazic deci să le treci prin site. Şi am descris ce-am dezis mânat de conştiinţă În rest încerc acest LP a fi spre folosinţă. În "mediul vitreg" vedeam prea mult negru, Dar un remediu mi-a fost sediul familial integru. Că-n cele mai grele clipe am primit de la părinţi Toată afecţiunea lor de oameni încercaţi şi uniţi. Nu-mi place armata, mi-am luat permisia, Ma prefăceam că munceam, mi-am dat demisia. Televizorului i-am cam evitat emisia, C-am senzaţia că mă tulbură cu transmisia. Civilizat ca un sălbatic indian apaş, Te rog frumos cu pozele în pace să mă laşi. Că scopul e-un mesaj, eu-s o non-vedetă, Contra implantului de cip, clonare si anti-rachetă. Abordat pe stradă atunci când nu vorbesc, Evit polemici inutile ci nu caut să jignesc Şi de pe vremea când nu câştigam un covrig, Cânt să ştii că nu sunt exclusiv pro-câştig. [Refren] Dedic acest album celor ce-l iau la plic Şi urez salariu mare celor care şi-l iau şi ei la clic. Şoarecilor ofuscaţi de lângă tastaturi Cu pace de la gaşca mea de graşi ca Raj Kapoor. Oricui o fi, familiei şi prietenilor mei, Care m-au susţinut mereu, şi-atunci când n-aveam lei. Piese-n care-mi iese un simplu joc de glezne, Dar miez cu veste despre ceea ce nu mai vezi des lesne. Despre cele rele doar să se spele aş spune, Că m-aş bucura să pot să văd numai lucruri bune. Nimic? Atunci să ştii c-averea mea e-n spirit, De mic sec la eşec pot să o iau de la zero zilnic. S-apar iar ca Sisif resimţit pe bit Interpretând romanţa cu ştanţa "desluşit". Să sară praful de pe tobe când începe Ca un Zeppelin trecând peste stepe de ţepe.
Ol' Dirty Bastard storming the stage at the 1998 Grammy's while Wyclef and Eryka Badu are presenting the award for song of the year after Wu-Tang Clan lost in the category best hip-hop album to Puff Daddy earlier in the evening.
[Intro: Raekwon the Chef] (Can it be that it was all so simple then) KnowhatI'msayin, take you on this lyrical high real quick Nineteen ninety three exoticness KnowhatI'msayin, let's get technical Where's your bone at, get up on that shit aight Yo!! [Verse One:] Started off on the island, AK Shaolin Niggaz whylin, gun shots thrown the phone dialin Back in the days of eight now, makin a tape now Rae gotta get a plate now Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one Till I got (BAM! BAM!) thrown one Yeah, my pops was a fiend since sixteen Shootin' that (that's that shit!) in his blood stream That's the life of a crimey, real live crimey If niggas know the half is behind me Day one, yo, growin all up in the ghetto Now I'm a weed fiend, jettin the Palmetto In Medina, yo no doubt the God got crazy clout Pushin the big joint from down South So if you're filthy stacked up Betta watch ya back and duck Cause these fiends they got it cracked up Now my man from up north, now he got the law It's solid as a rock and crazy salt No jokes, I'm not playin, get his folks Desert Eagle his dick and put 'em in a yolk (AAH!) And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop I pointed a gat at his mother's knot (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit! ) Fuck that [Chorus] [Raekwon] Dedicated to the winners and the losers (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) [Ghost Face Killer] Dedicated to all jeeps and land cruisers (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) [Raekwon] Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) [Ghost Face Killer] Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) [Raekwon] Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ax (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) [Ghost Face Killer] Dedicated to MPV's phat! (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) [Raekwon] Nigguh, yeah, yeah! [Verse Two: Ghostface Killer] Yo! Kickin the fly cliches Doin duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day Though I'm tired of bustin off shots havin to rock knots Runnin up in spots and makin shit hot I'd rather flip shows instead of those Hangin on my living room wall My first joint, and it went gold I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade Plus the spot light Gettin my dick rubbed all night I wanna have me a phat yacht And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops But for now, it just a big dream Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen My thoughts must be relaxed Be able to maintain Cause times is changed and life is strange The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doin' bad Yo, mad lives is up for grabs Brothers, passin away, I gotta make wakes Receivin all types of calls from upstate Yo, I can't cope with the pressure Settlin for lesser The god left lessons on my dresser So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way Continue to make hits with Rae and A Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime [Peace to mankind Ghostface carry a black nine, nigga Word up It's on like that] (Can it be that it was all so simple then)
[Ol Dirty Bastard] What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me? I'm the Osirus of this shit Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfucker It's like this ninety-seven Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes Let's do it like this I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine Let's take it back to seventy-nine [Inspectah Deck] I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics I inspect you, through the future see millenium Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function Heads by the score take flight incite a war Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block [Method Man] As the world turns, I spread like germs Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn It's my testament to those burned Play my position in the game of life, standin firm on foreign land, jump the gun out the fryin pan, into the fire Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack and +A Streetcar Named Desire+, who got my back? In the line of fire holdin back, what? My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at? Niggaz is strapped, and they tryin to twist my beer cap It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots You wanna think twice, I think not The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone Rip through your slums [Cappadonna] I twist darts from the heart, tried and true Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin Tell your story walkin Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted My deadly notes reigns supreme Your fort is basic compared to mine Domino effect, arts and crafts Paragraphs contain cyanide Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods [Ol Dirty Bastard] The saga continues Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang [U-God] Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat We crush slow, flamin deluxe slow For, judgment day cometh, conquer, it's war Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms Tune spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum A death kiss, catwalk, squeeze another anthem Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas My music Sicily, rich California smell An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king [RZA] Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-Cypher-Punks couldn't hold us A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like Flare Escape from your Dragon's Lair, in particular My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine to the top of your cerebrum cortex Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream now terminal, like Grand Central Station Program fat baselines, on Novation Getting drunk like a fuck, I'm duckin five-year probation [GZA] War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous Many of the victim family save they ashes A million names on walls engraved in plaques Those who went back, received penalties for the axe Another heart is torn as close ones mourn Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song [Masta Killa] The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds and leaks sounds that's heard ninety-three million miles away from came one to represent the Nation, this is a gathering of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage The high chief Jamel-I-Reef take the stage Light is provided through sparks of energy from the mind that travels in rhyme form Givin sight to the blind The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum Death only one can save self from This relentless attack of the track spares none [Ghostface Killah] Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back Lampin like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack Codeine was forced in your drink You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb Blowin like Shalamar in eighty-one Sound convincin, thousand dollar court by convention Hands, like Sonny Liston, get fly permission Hold the fuck up, I'll unfasten your wig, bad luck I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch it's me, black nobled you Ali Came in threes we like the Genovese, is that so? Caesar needs the greens, it's Earth Ninety-three million miles from the first Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz [Raekwon] Aiyyo that's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk Connect thoughts to make my manchild walk Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser New York Yank' visor world tranquilizer Just a dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives While, my pen blow lines ferocious Mediterranean, see y'all, the number one draft pick Tear down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula Track truck diesel, play the weed God, substantiala Max mostly, undivided, then slide in, sickenin Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland
[RZA] 1,2, 1,2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down And report to the pit, the gravel pit Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home We gon' take it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders Wu-Tang Clan on yo' mind one time It's the jump off, so just jump off my nigga... [HOOK: Paulissa Morgan] Check out my gravel pit A mystery unraveling Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it [Meth] Ha, holla cross from the land of the lost Behold the pale horse, off course (off course) Follow me, Wu-Tang gotta be The best thing since stocks in Clark Wallabees [ZZZH] African killers bees black watch (black watch) On your radio, blowin out yo' watts [ZZZH] From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill Every time you walk by your back get a chill [BLBLBH!] Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill [BOOM!] Elbow grease, and elbow room Baby play me, baby fall down, go boom [BOOM!] Party people gather round, count down to apocalypse [3, 2, 1...] [U-God] I'm the kid with the golden arms [Meth] And I'm the motherfuckin Hott Nikks [AAAAH!] pass the blunt My nigga don't front You had it for a minute but it seem like a month [COUGH] Now I'm chokin, smokin, hopin I don't croakin, from overdosin... Hey kid, [walk straight as a I...] Wu and Meth got you open (open), let's ride Can't stand niggas that floss too much Can't stand Bentleys they cost too much Kid wanna get up then kid get touched Kid wanna stick up then kid get stuck I'm the one that called your bluff When your boy tried to act tough... Remember what Old Dirty said, I'll fuck yo' ass up! Now listen [Meth over hook] Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth As we go... Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth As we go... [Ghostface] E with the English, extinguish styles extremist Bald head beamers run wild It's the kid with the gold cup Stepped out like what What's poppin, and y'all niggas dobo Blastin shae shae, chocolate shortae Rich color mocks, rock those all day 1960 shit I'm Goldie That's right motherfucker don't hold me The world's greatest, Las Vegas, paid as rock Skin painted on my face look ageless Perfect combos, Ghost bang out condos Jeff from Hamo, ex three bangos Bancos, stank hoes in plain clothes Change those, bang those, same old, same old [Raekwon] Yeah y'all, straight up this the jump off right here The gravel pit, word up represent, rock the boulders All my rich gangsta style, killers, y'all know what time it is Shorty do your thing, get up on that shit right now boo, do you That's what I'm talkin 'bout [U-God] Yo, step to my groove, move like this When we shoot the gift of course it's ruthless Grab the mic with no excuses In a sec, grab the techs and loot this Executin, shakin all sets, and I'm breakin all hecks I'm takin all bets, move all best, who want the dram' next You all stank, we got the bigger bank Bigger shank to fill your tank Still the same kill you for real, while you crank Slide, do or die, fry to bake Admire the greats, on fire wit a heart of hate Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy darts that quake It's okay, all fakes, get caught by the dropkicks You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits... On the go, check the flow, sayin Wu don't rock shit... Stop quick, hold the gossip, stop sweatin my pockets I hear the hot shit [Meth over hook to end]
Are tot ce-i trebuie unui videoclip rep: femei, haine de blană şi...dinozauri.
Puţoii. Ştiţi ce-s ăia? Sunt genu' de persoane cu drepturi prea multe şi prea mari. Puţoii sunt caracterizaţi de ego exagerat, moacă de prost şi impresii de "cool". Puţoii sunt fie cei care se iau de tine pe stradă când te întorci beat acasă, fie martalogii cu drepturi de moderator pe un forum mai mort decât Silviu Brucan, fie şomoiogii cu gangsterisme de vedetă, mai ales atunci când vorbesc cu cei cunoscuţi. Limbricii şi cocalarii sunt puţoi. Indiferent de ce vi se comunică, puţoii nu ştiu ce vorbesc. Chiar sunt imbecili. Se cred "uber-heavy metal". Nu, nu sunt. Şi nici nu vor fi. De ce? Pentru că primesc la 20 de ani bani de gel de păr de la mami. Coaie, nu zice nimeni să nu iei bani de la mă-ta, da' nu-ţi cumpăra gel de ei, for fuck's sake! Hai mucles, sunteţi penibili, puţoilor.
Aşa. Deci revolucion, cum ar zice fanii Che Guevarra. Nu o să încep cu căcaturi gen "suntem alături de voi", pentru că nu-mi stă în fire să fiu chiar aşa de ipocrit. Las asta pentru alţii care cred ca ajută cu ceva dacă se strang 200, 2000 sau 20 de milioane într-o piaţă din Bucureşti cu motivul de a merge la Mec după aia. Nu. Io-s aici să le urez succes "fraţilor de sânge"(că dacă nu-s găozar până la capăt, nu fac nimic - tre' şi urătura asta, are efect), deşi nu cred c-o să iasă mare lucru. Deja "protestează paşnic" acuma. Ce mah? Spargeţi-le capetele dacă sunteţi zmei! Credeaţi că speriaţi pe cineva doar cu atât? Mă rog, nu-i datoria mea să apreciez "curajul neestimat", da' îmi dau şi io cu părerea, ca toată lumea de altfel. Ni se reproşează de către cunoscătorii vieţii care habar n-au pe ce lume trăiesc că nu facem suficiente lucruri pentru noi, în altă dezordine de idei. Păi tu ce faci mă? Te duci să ţipi ca bou' pentru libertatea/sănătatea altcuiva, însă când vine vorba de tine spui "lasă mă, noi să fim sănătoşi!". Bravo, ai făcut treaba. Scoateţi toate boxele în stradă, băgaţi "Fight the Power" de la Public Enemy şi GO OLD SCHOOL ON THEIR ASS. Pula mea, mai avem şi pretenţii. Mie-mi place România. În Republică n-am fost încă, aşa că nu mă pot exprima.
Aveţi grijă de voi. Pace. România vă aşteaptă. Labii fosforescente pentru toată lumea!!
[Intro] One-two It's Masta Ace, Cunninlyguists We about to get into the seasons The seasons of hip hop How we gonna start it? [Masta Ace] As we Spring back to the past, it was all happening fast We glorified coke and smoking crack in a glass When b-boys danced to the latest jam You could say this man was the greatest fan When shoelaces were fat, and all the rapper's faces were black And light-brown, a box with the right sound was all you needed When it blast...they must move You just proved you're hard like L in Krush Groove And songs started to drop - Ain't nobody start at the top Before Preme (DJ Premier) learned the art of the chop This is way before SP's...and MPC's And long before CD's and MP3's The game started to bloom and blossom And masters ready for the cermony, like a groom in costume Growth from the rain of the previous years I took notes from what I heard through these devious ears Yeah [Deacon the Villian] As Summer's heatwaves ascended in it's splendid manner Green was flooding our scene, although the skin was tanner "Fuck The Police!!" jumpin over radio scanners It was hot in the shade, wet paint all over the canvans Fuck Vanilla Ice cones, we had T, Cube's Amerikka's Most And wanted that Chronic on the Left-Coast Talent pools were full and fresh for swimming Backstrokin' through Dark Sides and Illmatic beginnings Them lemonade stands would make you street platinum It was 2 Live... Florida crews caught heat for rappinţ But free speech pollination kept bees colonizing in hives And stung Delores Tucker right in her pride The Tribes ocean splash was rising the tide Strictly 4 My Niggaz that were ready to die in the ride I wish the summer's vibe could've lasted forever To bad we had to have a change in that weather.. that shit was beautiful [Chorus] "Seasons Change, mad things rearrange" - Lauryn Hill, "How Many Mics" "Play me in the winter, play me in the summer, play me in the autumn, any order"- Ladybug, "9th Wonder" "Seasons Change, mad things rearrange" - Lauryn Hill, "How Many Mics" "Trees bright and green turn yellow brown, autumn caught em See all them leaves must fall down" - Andre 3000, "13th Floor/Growing Old" [Kno] As the East vs. West winds blew, causing two Legends to Fall like maple leaves from escalated beef Assumed that the worst was over Til these cats started wearing shiny costumes like the 31st of October The weather's colder, but the word jacket/jack it Is what they did to people's styles, not what they covered they backs with Tactics of the skill impaired No Limit to what they'll do when the green is scarce Some be Thanksgiving for who they know, while others get jerked for loot Cause gettin' signed ain't a turkey shoot No respect for the pilgrims who paved the way so you could rock that Just pop crap and Plymouth Rock-Rap Beyond gimmicks and fake plastic tits Outkast and Raekwon dropped fall classic discs Born to Roll, so I'm taking you back to school days of autumn Before the bottom dropped out in 2K [SOS] By the dawn of the new millennium we saw bright chains Winter brought along platinum causing the ice age No more Gold, no more YO! MTV RAPS Now we got R&B cats stealing classic rap tracks In winter it's snowed in like the temperature's below ten Citizens open up shows for more snowmen Scrawny boys rock bubblegooses to pose like grown men And you can catch freezer burn from women when they show skin Jolly, fat, white men get paid when rap hits the shelves And artists themselves get treated like Elves Matter of fact, Santa's gotten so greedy when a rapper sells You even need clearance to sample Jingle Bells What the hell! You need cells and 2 ways for chicks to bone ya? And so much ice on ya body that you can get pneumonia Even at the beaches of Daytona it's gotten colder But it's about time for the cycle to start over (echo) How we gonna start it?
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A-1-2, A-1-2 But you don't stop Then let the short shot Production: DJ Large And Promoe on the mic(on the mic, on the mic) For all my people(all my people, graffiti writers!) Goes a little something like this: It was the last days of summer Sun shinin' through the window Life movin' real slow You know how things go His friends knew him by the name of Bingo As he turned up the volume on the hot new single (Turn it up son!) From Looptroop his favourite rapgroup He loved how they represented him yo The graffyouth from the grassroots He came from Sweden too Felt proud when he played his new friends the latest tunes Check this shit out man That he had to download Cause his local recordstore Was on the other side of the globe They didn't carry the stuff But he felt it was okay to do He spread the Troop's message All the way to Australia, dude And man that couldn't be wrong When Long Arm and Freedom Fighters Were his fuckin' theme songs In the headphones those nights He spent when he stayed up Adrenaline Rush When he entered the lay up, singin... Bada papa papa... You know graffiti won't die, die No, it won't, aha Because these walls don't lie, lie (They don't lie) Come on I'm dedicatin' this piece, aha He said, to those DVSG's And stepped in with a grin and a boosted Kangol Mimicking the king With the ruler's manners Fresh dressed In his newest shoes and flannels Then began lettin' on With the loosest cannons Figurin' this'll be my coolest panel But when they see it all they see Is just a gruesome scandal Erasin' all signs of life Callin the youth some vandals They can't handle the truth So this is how the truth is handled Deep into the music and his art Man, his true love Didn't even notice when the train pulled up Before the bloodstains faded On the engine cooler The very same train Hit another writer: Olaf On a different continental: Europe But then they came to the same place, That I'm sure of In this world people always Looked upon them as a terror But now 50 000 chariots singin' the chorus, going... Bada papa papa... (aha, aha) Graffiti writers won't die, die, no (I'm telling you) Because these walls don't lie, lie, no (They don't lie) Come on I'm dedicatin' this song, song To those gone Your memory live on(live on) Bridge: I know a lot of people Including myself get uncomfortable When people including myself Get emotional But I gotta be true to myself And to most of y'all Man I still got love For graffiti culture though A lot of people including myself Get uncomfortable When people including myself Get emotional But I gotta be true to myself And to most of y'all Man I still got love For graffiti culture though A lot changed from The days of Spraycan stories See me in the yard today Lost like a freakin' tourist And I don't claim to know much All I really know is We were 17 once Actin' like we were immortals Fearin' no evil People said we had no morals That's fine, their corrupt world It really wasn't for us We just laughed at the bullshit names That they called us Hated us, we hated them And both sides found out what a war is We were winning in the beginning Then found out ‘bout the horrors Don't get me wrong my lover Hundred percent, no less Peace to my people We grow with the knowledge I bite on death same time I'm playin' hardish to catch From South Africa Writers from New York Australia, Spain, France And Germany, up north Still the same rapper tellin' Cops to fuck off And all my writers: Survive! This my love song to y'all Bada papa papa... You know graffiti won't die, die, no Because these walls don't lie, lie, no To all my people world wide, wide, yo' All my writers survive
[Damian Marley] Some gal in a twinkling of an eye Dem a ready fi come pull down me Karl Kani Oh, come on now Tell me how can I Love a one dat really don't deserve me Na try fi keep and na try preserve me Me's a boy could get whole heep a girl ya heard me Many are called but only few dem worthy Body have to physically strong and sturdy Spiritually balanced fi clean and purge me Mentally advanced fi always urge me Read a couple books and challenge the clergy Read a couple psalms up in the morning early [Damian Marley] Could you be so kind Then show me a sign I've been searchin' and it's so hard to find Decent values with a decent wine Decent jubee running it down the line Maybe it's my mind Maybe I'm blind Maybe it's the way that I've been spending my time I'm still searching for a fine peace of mind Decent jubee running it down the line [Yami Bolo] A little child has grown And he'g got love on his mind But what he'll never know A virtuous woman is hard to find [Stephen Marley] And dat's when she said She feels the pain And she'll never fall In love again [Damian Marley] So if you is a gal with whole heep of value What a valuable nice and decent gal you When I get you I'll be glad I got you Then stand firmly inna your life like statue Seen some old tings seen some young tings Seen some little silly go and come tings Seen some one night just for fun tings What an indecent piece of someting [Ziggy & Damian] Be so kind The show me a sign I've been searchin' and it's so hard to find Decent values with a decent wine Decent jubee running it down the line Maybe it's my mind Maybe I'm blind Maybe it's the way that I've been spending my time I'm still searchin' for a fine peace of mind Decent jubee running it down the line [Yami Bolo] Some say that love is blind But he keep saying "Not This Time" So all we need is love To keep his heart in line [Stephen Marley] But that's when she said Lord I feel the pain And she'll never fall In love again [Damian] You have some gyal ah come pon man premises And ah fling up dat ting that's between di knees And ah fill up man head with false promises Oh dutty bungle please Couldn't want to run that so fast with ease Been there done that my main squeeze Is natural, simply natural [Damian Marley] Could you be so kind Then show me a sign I've been searchin' and it's so hard to find Decent values with a decent wine Decent jubee running it down the line Maybe it's my mind Maybe I'm blind Maybe it's the way that I've been spending my time I'm still searching for a fine peace of mind Decent jubee running it down the line [Yami Bolo] A little child has grown And he's got love on his mind But what he'll never know A virtuous woman is hard to find [Stephen Marley] Cause that's when she said She's feeling pain It seems they have fallen in love again That's when she said Lord I feel the pain And now they're standing in love again [Damian Marley] So tell me ah when price tag gone pon ay nanny Gyal ah love man for Benz and ferrari Little one eyed brethren weh name Omari Couldn't get no loving since him sell stary Some gyal in a twinkling of an eye Dem ah ready fi come pull down me Karl Kani Oh, come on now Tell me how can I Love a one dat really don't deserve me
