Murder Rap Trap

Bree come!

I think I'll show satisfaction beyond here

I need to really go back where I really feel so free

Cah when we take a mic on top, pretty girl, stop the rushing pop, hey!

You got to rock, hey!

You got to roll

Br-r-r-r-r-r-r-ah!

Yeah!

Cah dreadlocks is a sign of Jah love

Big it off, natcha, mi is a blessed from above

So I don't need to chat, I beg you rock on, go mean

Say we no dread, no white, no say yes, be inna my bredren

Stangbiddilybiddilybiddilybomberomberom

Br-r-r-r-ly-ly-ly-ly, ly, ly, ly, natcha

Say, you got to live up culture, say you got to know your mind

Say, look inside yourself, a take me back, do you find?

Say, dreadlocks ain't a fashion, it's a sign of Jah pride

You don't buy them from a shop, I say they grow from inside

A br-r-r-ly bom, bom, stangbiddilybiddilybom, br-r-r-r-r-r-r-ah!

Natcha man!

Say, listen, I man, I say, straight a rock, me women not a lock

This loving a me have to knock, me faith in Jah is strong

Me can't go wrong, hey!

Stangberongberingbombererlybom, hey!

Bomberomberlybomberlybomberom, right!

Natcha man!

Cah, listen, me love forty-five, ah, with a LP

Say, anyway me chat, me people bawl fi me

So we no disco beat, ah, with a rub-a-dub

Me chat if a no vinyl, we de back of culture

Go br-r-r-ly bawl, br-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-ah!

Tongbiddilybiddilybom, bom, bom, stangbiddilybiddilybom, right!

Natcha man!

So why, why Jah Jah, why you with your style all on your own?

Is that make up the truth, though you deh pon the microphone?

Well, I man Pupa Krush, I go fi mash it and go home

Me grow, me not a long, dem never come, dem never come

Because me bad, bad, bad, boy, bomberomberomberly, say me bad, right!

Natcha man!

Say, you keep a session, you want it fi come

Just call me pon the microphone, I'll make up fi me top

Because me brawlin' de whole a de future, wo-wo-wo

Brawlin' de whole a de future, stangbrrlybrrlybom, bom

Bomberongberrlybomberlybrrlybom, right, brrlybom, right

Brrlybomberlybrrlybrrlybrrlybrrly, weh!

Say, me feel bad, so

Natcha man!

Cah, listen, some a say me bad, and enough a say me nice

But one thing me know, you got to love a fi me voice

Say, from you hear me chat, you say, "Fi Jesus Christ!"

Say, make it bad, so, stangbiddilybom, me tell you, can't be my love

Weh!

Natcha man!

This a sparring, a hundred percent civilian

Know me come a look fi nice up your area

Brrlybomberlybom, hey!

Watch out, man!

Say, all you have to do, you know that, I'm a stylee

Stangbrrlybrrlybrrlybomberlybomberlybomberlybomberlybomberlybom

Right!

Stangdiddilybiddily, stangdiddilybiddilybom

Because they know that Krush and I is truly number one

We just come fi see, but you can ask anyone

The crowd, dem a hear me as the champion

Me say the number one DJ, boom!

Stangberomberomberomberom, stangbiddilybomberlybomberlybom, right!

Natcha man!

Yow!

The people make we nice, it make we bubble to be free

But anyway me chat, I say them mad fi me

Say, girls, pretty girls, I beg you rock on, go mean

So, call me Pupa Krush, and you can call me Cap

Because me from this riddim

Stangbiddilybrrang, stangbiddilybrrang, from me this riddim, boom!

Natcha man!

Cah, listen, hey!