Lyrics:
wicked
At least a me dey want we poor man think we make we all die in vain
The reason getting richer why the poor man a die each and every day
We remain
don't cry.
Jah children rising High. Ever blessed and guided by di hand ah The Most High.
Wicked man will you satisfy? With di mount ah blood Inna yuh
narrow, bringing us all together
New friends being made in the process
A by-product of the pursuing process
Producing a professional being the main aim;
Hey, don't miss out on what you're passing
You're missing the hootah of the funky Buddah
Eluder of the fucked up style's that get wicked
So come
a psychotic wicked clown
Fucking my friends ain't healthy
'cause I grab you by the face and fuck you up
And it's like that bitch that's the way it is
I'm
in love with a good timin' man
She loves him in spite of his wicked ways she don't understand
With teardrops and laughter they pass through this
Salt, I looked around, and I couldn't believe this
I swear, I stared, my niece my witness
The brother had it goin' on with somethin' kinda, uh
Wicked
girl in tears
The shadow of a man overwhelms her fears
"Mommy, mommy, NO!", the words of a battered child
The wicked, wicked mommy has the sticks
know we know we know we wreck shop
I kick a wicked rhyme, what more can I tell ya
You're quick to pick and find a hardcore record seller
I paved
stood up and that mans me (uh ha)
To show you what it takes to be a real MC
You need wicked wicked rhymes [SCRATCHING]
With a sticky sticky style
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
the strength and the energy the energy and make me talk to me family me family and each and every wicked man uno follow me judgment it ah nuh guh pretty iniquity
shit get wicked
Push the gas, give a fuck bout a ticket
Get the cash, give a fuck bout these bitches (huh)
You said you bout it, boy knock it off
These
and
Your face when your cussing
Even when your wrong and no
One can tell you nothing
I'm addressing to the fact that
I can put my trust in
Man sexy but it's
owls
I am Iron-Man, you know who's under my cowl
Who's on shit right now should done rich by now
Nuff Gyal to pump and grind, out nuff Punks to light out
down
With a psychotic wicked clown
Fucking my friends ain't healthy
'Cause I grab you by the face and fuck you up
And it's like that bitch, that's
looked around, and I couldn't believe this
I swear, I stared, my niece my witness
The brother had it goin' on with somethin' kinda, uh
Wicked, wicked
style yuh nah hold
Mek mi tell yuh now how Beenie Man cold
See Hawkeye a try and pirate di poor soul
Leff di yute fi jump off a JVC pole
Dat nuh wicked
man
Pitito man mi a pitito
Por la mañana me levanto
Y ya me fumo mi pitito
mi rolla mi rolla
mi wicked a wicked and wilda
mi rolla mi rolla
mi check
(Aye, aye yuh yuh)
(I’m, I’m boutta yuh, look)
Stupid bitch, too wicked
I swear I don’t usually use women
But too many got attitude thinking that
Babylon Police, dem a thief me freedom, say
Babylon Police, dem a wicked kingdom, say
Babylon Police, dem a bad and violent, but
Babylon Police
Unmerciful, wicked, evil servant
You should have had mercy
As mercy was shown to you
Just as with the unmerciful servant
God will do to anyone
Who
We've waited 450 years
Blood shed, rising fear
Below the water lays the tower
A deep purple, a wicked power
The castle lay dormant for years
Tall
really give a fuck man I could smash y'all
Defined by my obsession with the last ride
Catalyst for the wicked shit
Black Magic clique's little anarchist
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