Skinnyman

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[Skinnyman] 

Who? Me, listen.. 

This time when we splash, trust we're gonna splash 

They're gonna come up runnin' and pun us with their mash 

Men are gonna stand firm, some are gonna dash 

Some of them boys just ain't ready for the clash 

When you don't see your life past you by in a flash 

Cuz others wanna hate on the fat Jamaic' cash 

Everything they've tried to achieve has even crashed 

They're left walkin' up and down road lookin' brassed 

Alas, most of them men are fassio's 

Every two weeks they have to sign for dole 

I'm on another level blood, check it, I'm-a roll 

Rippin' down any spark with my famine toll 

You don't know how that go, any way you want it 

Settin' you which way, blood I'm on it, so run it 



Who? Me, listen.. 



I used to roll deep with a crew of nasty soldiers 

Now I hold heat, carryin' that weight on my shoulders 

The way that I've been raised is too much to get over 

The way the streets have tried to mould us then hold us to the pavement 

Now we're facin' modern day enslavement 

Gettin' shift, lookin' at the world behind the jail fence 

Twenty three hours locked down is how your day's spent 

Thinkin' 'bout the way all of my old school braves went 

Cuz I been here puttin' it down for years 

I watch my silence, screams will break the death ears 

Nothings left here but a holy but fuckery 

All over the country road is lookin' ugly, trust me 

From the age of ten years old 

Certain runnings that I've been through remain untold 



Who? Me.. 



That's why I resurface, cause everything I hear sounds worthless 

Man who wanna play your part, they know your purpose 

I know my heart, my rhyme's stomp full of curses 

Makin' every one around me start actin' nervous 

Call doctors and nurses, emergency services 

Pull it back like cartwheel spin reverses 

Check my verses, the way I'm puttin' 'em down 

The way I'm shuttin' 'em down, I'm not fuckin' around 

I'm cleanin' up town like some old street sweepers 

In broad daylight, I roll with night time creepers 

Whoever want to eat us, beef us or show my peeps love 

The others can meet their Grim Reapers 

Forget bein' six feet deep dug, it don't matter 

After I've left ya with ya scull bone shattered 

The heads that you see me roll ain't no rappers 

Gun clappers who live like nuttin don't matter
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