Lyrics:
Deliver me oh my father
Haha, and we deh 'ya (C'mon)
Sizzla Kalonji (Yeah, this the one right here), Talib Kweli
(Set me free, oh, deliver me oh
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
And the real real killas, them hunt for you
Ay, it's gonna be a bloodshed
One bust, one dead, it's gonna be a bloodshed
Gun shot in a head
Sizzla Kalonji have
Everything will be OK
If you do it my way (my way, my way)
Hush baby
I can feel ya pain
Like we Siamese twins connected by our brains
Walkin' through
my way
Hush baby, don't talk so much
Just wanna feel ya touch
Everything will be OK
If you do it my way (my way, my way)
Hush baby
You feel so good
haffi beat a couple Gong and listen couple Sizzla, cah!
Weed mek me feel good (real good)
Light a spliff and mi real good (tun it up)
Don jus' bring
sick
Call by many names herbs, joint and stick
Mi waah feel high
Sen it on real quick
Was brought to jamaica in 1882
In 1919
Was smoke by a few
Give
and listen couple Sizzla
Cah weed mek me feel good
Mi light a spliff and mi real good
Don jus' bring een a pound fi me
Eh, yeah, yeah (yeah) (Bredda, all mi
Live and let live and just let it be
Love, peace and harmony ... Listen, man
I'm tired of being young, gifted, black and broke
Held down by the system,
Why the fake live a long time and the real die? (Why?)
They ain't got no morals, they ain't got nothin' they live by (nothin')
Seen a fiend from 2005,
I'm drunk off the liquor
Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks is
Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
The funk baby
(I live for
I'm drunk off the liquor
Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks is
Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
The funk baby
(I live for
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
Into existence and it's REAL But tell me how it feel
To pour ur heart into ur music And nobody notice that you the Dopest in your field
Sometimes I
Letting bullets rain
Another gone in a drive by
No Sizzla momma don't dry cry
Planning funeral tears come from her eye
One son left but calling two sons
of those days
Is this happening for real
Only if you know
The vibes what i feel
Still trying to do
My best
And i still won't lose
My interest
My girl
I love
you feel like a wimp
Talkin' 'bout what you was buildin' and shit
Got you all up in your feelings and shit
Problem is, she addicted to the real nigga
experience just made her feel so old, she says
I want to live the real life
I want to live my life close to the bone
Just because I'm middle-aged that
all live in a Jar sim
That was made by him
And his four limbs
[Chorus]
Beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten
Oh yeah, did I mention,
I can tell what you feel, tell me how you feeling
Living my life with no limits, no gimmicks no fear
Never giving up for real cuz we live it up for
to look upon me... as her
own dad -- in a very real, and legally binding sense.
[clapping]
And I feel sure that the merger -- uh, the union -- between
become their lives.
The television has so dampened people's anger.
The population is mesmerised by the flickering screen
And the streets, where
Yeah yeah
Aye
Rest in peace to the old me
When shit get real thats when shit get lonely
Still remember what you told me
Long live real death
Listen, as long as you live
As long as you live whether you're with me or not
Be for real, girl
Just be for real, yeah, (Be for real)
Be for real, girl
Be,
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