The Truth - Masicka

Yow.

A who dem a try diss

Dem pussy deh know wah dem a do

(Joke ting)

Weh unnu know bout zinc fence, board house?

(One bag a idiot)

Gunshot a fire, unnu a liard

Run which bumboclaat?

(Wah gwaan… Hello)

Trigga press, face sink in, brain jumpy

Grants pen fire sixteen and pumpy

Diss who.

me?

pussyhole u a junky

Countless duppy man mek inna di country

(Waltham)

Ready fi bleach like kartel, rass hell

From mi get cross like bounty

Which lord evil?

Di pussy dem a monkey

Shot a buss, body jus a jump like bungee

Mi nah look no hype, mi nuh bloodclaat hungry

Mi friend dem wild like crocodile dundee

Mi bada, faga, warn some hombre

Gun a buss, anyman try confront mi

Bomb a clap, man a drop like humpty dumpty

Pon u block, hammer knock

Cya see we come fi dem don a cat

Dem a talk bout gyal crunchy

We no suck pussy, we nuh tan so hombre

None a dem cya bad mi up round yah

Drewsland a wah do batty bwoy donia

Wen u see da chrome yah, clown mi a di owna

MI colda, none a dem cya run uptowna

Di sound a di rifle put dem inna coma

Maski, wild life crocodile cobra

Mi a di rassclaat young general soldier

Jamie, step wid di k pon u shoulda

Di pussyhole tell producer dont voice mi

Boost up you battyman friend dem fi fight mi

Circle you yard like you woman invite mi

Mac 90 mi point it, buss dem head nicely

Pussyhole glad kartel get lifey

You a big game head, You no mighty

Because u cya run di place barefoot

And mi weeh shot dem outta di nikey

You never grow inna di ghetto boy

Friend you a follow

You and you battyman bredda name lallo

The tip dem hollow

From you diss mi a sorrow

Shot a flick inna marrow

Gyal piss dem a swallow

Dre hand straight like a bloodclaat arrow

Glockburn pen none a my gun dem no borrow

Shane

Any boy diss Subkonshus

Man jus, fling dem inna grave weh shallow

Mi sick inna mi rassclaat head, dawg mi parrow

Eagle a squeeze, brain fly like sparrow

Run out a clip, mi no run out a ammo

Who u a trick bout you have gun pon you?

You coward like gyal, donia man weeh hang you

Gun inna mi hand, Mi nuh bad inna no songo

U diss mi a church, a drum and piano

Mi ago show u seh u a badman shadow

Rifle a rise and people a dead

Fly teeth inna head, mama weak and a beg

Man in the street and a roam wid the steel, man a fled

A dog dem a fuck and a sleep inna bed

You cya tun no Ras, You a freak, You a dread

You cya step to me, shot a squeeze, You a dead

You shirt man leave inna red

Den mi fuck you gyal mek she feel up mi peg

Hear him nuh bout Don deh yah, Don deh yah

Pussy u no see real bad man deh yah

Bout Don deh yah, Don deh yah

Pussy u no see real bad man deh yah

Yow a wah do them

Dem a try style man thing

Have some likkle waste man a try diss man

A wah you feel like pussy

Uptown you born and grow enuh

Weh you know bout street life

Weh u know bout ghetto life

Tell you likkle bumboclaat idiot friend dem round you

Fi nuh bada sing no song cause mi nah answer dem

A you fi answer

Long time you a gwan like you bad

You no bad no time

You badmind

Subkonshus mi seh enuh

(Hello…wah gwaan)

Young general hear dat

Unu a idiot round deh so

Jamaica fi know dat to

Dat mi a tell you