| Ah aaah, yeah
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| Tell them get out my way
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| Ah aaah, yeah
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| You best get out my way
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| Ah aaah, yeah
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| Tell them get out my way
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| Ah aaah, yeah
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| Eyyy
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| I see them looking all around
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| Far and far around
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| Every country, every town
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| Calling for the sound
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| Searching, where can it be found
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| Let them know I’ve got it now
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| And it’s right here on the ground
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| Eyyy
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| Mind of a king, heart of the street
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| Can’t get me parro with the thought of defeat
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| When them want catch me speed, metamorphic me reach
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| Laugh when them forward with sorcery for it
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| So because that, it causing all sorts of retreat
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| Squad at a loss if the boss miss a beat
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| So me forward with all of the cause in my speech
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| Yaad or abroad, never pardon the beast
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| When you see we don’t play is when they goin' say
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| You want take a piece but that’s when we won’t eat
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| That’s when you goin' see it already too late
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| And all you create blow up all in your face
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| So I set my own table, make my own space
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| You want take a place, better start with your grace
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| 'Cause I’ve seen them break all the rules
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| So even when they win they lose
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| And I know it’s true
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| I see them looking all around
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| Far and far around
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| Every country, every town
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| Calling for the sound
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| Searching, where can it be found
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| Let them know I’ve got it now
|
| And it’s right here on the ground
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| Eyyy
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| I do this for my culture, for my heritage
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| Gramps, Peetah Morgan and my relatives
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| Oh, they robbed my mommy in the seventies
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| Not a cent, no dollar, not a benefit
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| So how you fi ask me if me ready fi it
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| I was mastering craft, steady developing
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| And I made up my mind it was the time
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| Look her right dead in her eye, tell her I will never make it slip
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| So how me fi calm when me see felonies
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| You’ve created a storm without no remedy
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| Every morning me rise out of my bed, me precise
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| Inna me head I reciting what I read in it
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| And yow, I’m just writing this for therapy
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| Might just make it a song, I got melodies
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| Tu’n up the legacy, Winta got the beats
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| Bet them put this pon repeat, people need it outta street
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| I see them looking all around
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| Far and far around
|
| Every country, every town
|
| Calling for the sound
|
| Searching, where can it be found
|
| Let them know I’ve got it now
|
| And it’s right here on the ground
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| Eyyy
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| Ah aaah, yeah
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| Tell them get out my way
|
| Ah aaah, yeah
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| You best get out my way
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| Ah aaah, yeah
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| Tell them get out my way
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| Ah aaah, yeah
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| Eyyy |