Rawhill Cru - Mo' Fire | Текст песни

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Mo' Fire, Bag o' wire, Blaze the liar,
get the kyah, come gimme the dollar, hey!
Mo' Fire, Bag o' wire, Blaze the liar,
get the kyah, come gimme the dollar, hey!

Well a who them a follow, the godfather,
a we a de founder, the vibesbringer,
No dead ringer. No!

I can't tek the way how some punk them dealing.
The way them treat me bad dem done hurt me feeling.
Them want me 4 & 9 them want it start revealing.
Somebody fe get murder me say blood pon the ceiling.
I don't like the way how the punk dem dealing.
Walk inna me way a try fe diss me feeling.
Phassy over deh so you fe get me meaning.
With the Soultrain & Navigator come we burn dem.

Now gimme the gasoline spark them up and make me burn them.
The lyrical style me have me a go use that fe done dem.
Bwoy no get me vex and make me back out me gun dem.
Face the consequence because you know it know it a no fun when.
The Navi, The Soultrain, Black Taran we come fe run dem.
So unu fe left the place before you end up inna problem.
Inna MC contest you know say that we a go flop dem.
Offa skyscraper from deh so we ago drop dem.

Mo' Fire, Bag o' wire, Blaze the liar,
get the kyah, come gimme the dollar, hey!
Mo' Fire, Bag o' wire, Blaze the liar,
get the kyah, come gimme the dollar, hey!

Well a who them a follow, the godfather,
a we a de founder, the vibesbringer,
No dead ringer. No!

Mr. What you called? Me noeven know your name.
You no come nowhere inna the badbwoy hall of fame.
How you want fe diss all the youths dem pon the main.
I going to put inna coffin send you pon the first plane.
Thru we a shotter, hitter, serial killer.
Go a you funeral & all drink out you liquor.
When you a bury we stand next to vicar
Fling on some dirt and mek you bury little quicker
Shouldn't test the youth’s dem in the Tommy Hilfiger.
Hug up you Mama, say sorry to you Papa.
All a get number from you little sister
A Thru we cold like Alaska, Freezer… What!

Mo' Fire, Bag o' wire, Blaze the liar,
get the kyah, come gimme the dollar, hey!
Mo' Fire, Bag o' wire, Blaze the liar,
get the kyah, come gimme the dollar, hey!

Well a who them a follow, the godfather,
a we a de founder, the vibesbringer,
No dead ringer. No!

Mic whipping, something kicking, back flipping.
Girl's dem tripping & skipping… Yo!
Who is coming, I'm coming, Shabba's coming.
Ain't no stopping this fire burning.
Top shotting, Party popping.
Stop watching, nuff pushing, nuff squashing… Yo!
How you feeling, tell me how you really feeling.
Are you ready for whats coming, coming.
Cah dance nah run unless the Shabba run it
A me say dance nah dun unless the Navi done it.
When me come in the place & pick up the Mic & everyting crisp.
You done know say me a the true Junglist…. Bo!

Mo' Fire, Bag o' wire, Blaze the liar,
get the kyah, come gimme the dollar, hey!
Mo' Fire, Bag o' wire, Blaze the liar,
get the kyah, come gimme the dollar, hey!

Well a who them a follow, the godfather,
a we a de founder, the vibesbringer,
No dead ringer. No!

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