Masicka - The Truth lyrics
Masicka [Javaun Nicholas Fearon] Jamaica
[Masicka - The Truth lyrics]
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 gwaanhello)
Trigga press, face sink in, brain jumpy
Grants pen fire sixteen and pumpy
Diss whome? 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 don't 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 (Hellowah gwaan)
Young general hear dat
Unu a idiot round deh so
Jamaica fi know dat to dat mi a tell you
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 gwaanhello)
Trigga press, face sink in, brain jumpy
Grants pen fire sixteen and pumpy
Diss whome? 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 don't 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 (Hellowah gwaan)
Young general hear dat
Unu a idiot round deh so
Jamaica fi know dat to dat mi a tell you