Alkaline - Buss Head (Clean)
EXPLICIT

Yo
Young Lord, Young Lord, Young Lord
Hey...
Yo, Frass

If Babylon no worry me, then who dem bwoy yah?
Waan violate and no expect fi face the fire
Know dem no serious when it come down to the wire, hey
Run if you want, but you a go tired
Frass sound up the trumpet like a choir
Man a kick off dem slippers, dem see the fire
You never do nothing yet, you is a likkle liar, hey
Cuss dem just a cuss, dem a some prier

Watch yah now
Roll silent, but we're lethal
None a my thing dem no legal
We no care who inna your vehicle
One by one inna sequel
Tell unno fi lowe the badness and pree gyal
We a human, but we a no equal
War cyaan buy out, it cyaan resolve
No need police, crime no hard fi we solve
Straight hit song like medley
Fool dem a chat like Beverly
Anything a anything, me ready
Iron tablet fi a bwoy weh talk heavy
Me say fi, do wha' you a do and stop tell me
Cyaan trick we, no we're not friendly
Every youth out, every youth out
Make dem know say the drum nah no empty a empty
Me born with a temper and it always a tempt me
Gun smoke give me a high like sensi
Young Lord, you know the odds is against me
You ask me the reason, me tell you say a envy
Country bwoy come a town a pretend fi
Gwaan like him a stinger, him apprentice
'Par a town, but the bwoy deh a St. E'
A next young youth drop out inna him twenties

Babylon don't worry me, neither dem bwoy yah
Dem cyaan violate and no expect fi face the fire
Know dem no serious when it come down to the wire, hey
Run if you want, but you a go tired
We a sound the trumpet like a choir
Man a kick off dem slippers, dem see the fire
Me lose me shipment, me haffi find a next supplier, hey
Cuss dem just a cuss, dem a some prier

Action, nah fi talk
Know me a genial and me craft the craft
... forty parts
... make it hard fi cough
... white chalky-chalk
Forensic tell your mother say, she cyaan go pass
If me no mean it, me nah go talk
Big all thugs weh walk the walk
Tracing a joke thing
Cyaan bother with the toasting
Fool just get a one strap and now badness a choke him
Damn, wha' kind a weed dem smoking?
Me a wonder who coach him
Military style, me approach him
A so me step 'pon dem, cockroach him
Why dem a do the most things?
Cyaan bother with the toasting
Bwoy just get a one link and now badness a choke him
Damn, wha' kind a weed dem smoking?
Me a wonder who coach him
Military style, me approach him
A so me step 'pon dem, cockroach him

Babylon don't worry me, neither dem bwoy yah
Cyaan violate and no expect fi face the fire
Know dem no serious when it come down to the wire, hey
Run if you want, but you a go tired
Frass sound the trumpet like a choir
Man a kick off dem slippers, dem see the fire
You never do nothing yet, you is a likkle liar, hey
Cuss dem just a cuss, dem a some prier

Fuck dem up, fuck dem up
Fuck dem up

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