Soom T - Hard Time lyrics
[Soom T - Hard Time lyrics]
Yeah it's high time high time that
We get rid of high crime
Yeah Its hard time dat ya know
Dat you be living a lie
N am bored ah da bitter politician allah Dem
A been digging up within am
A seeking out a gem
Put out a hand to lend like
Ya bigga than dan dem
High time that we ascend
Sick of allah weapon na bomb, boom, bang
Sa turn on da light n da boat bell ring
Nah we don’t want ching No bling barabing
Bredda don’t make a racket when
Am seeking a king
Rockin on by walkin on a line
Jumpin up high with the lamp
On burnin up a light
With a rich champion but ma wealth inside
So ya wanna follow that child coz it's
I’m living in a hard life 0 in a hard time
A digga dig it up when I rip that dirt
Button up ma shirt im in love with a verse
Da a know dat ah be rippin
Til I lay on ma hearse
Lord Give to me da world do
Ah don’t line ma purse
Bullet bullet bang like a telephone rang
Yang ying yang balance en am
Back in wid da plan
Dog Tanyon dat a march up with a big band
Listen tae da fine when me sang waoww
So we open up n look wid
Tird eye im a battler
Wid a renegade masta comin at ya
Lak a bad gyal wid a gooda bitta chat ya
What a radical a batter bat a better batta
Rah rah lullaby child a cass ya
Into a record thatll never run past ya
Lyric on da mic wid a renegade rasta
When a pass ya betta salute
Da commanda for da
I live a hard life
We get rid of high crime
Yeah Its hard time dat ya know
Dat you be living a lie
N am bored ah da bitter politician allah Dem
A been digging up within am
A seeking out a gem
Put out a hand to lend like
Ya bigga than dan dem
High time that we ascend
Sick of allah weapon na bomb, boom, bang
Sa turn on da light n da boat bell ring
Nah we don’t want ching No bling barabing
Bredda don’t make a racket when
Am seeking a king
Rockin on by walkin on a line
Jumpin up high with the lamp
On burnin up a light
With a rich champion but ma wealth inside
So ya wanna follow that child coz it's
I’m living in a hard life 0 in a hard time
A digga dig it up when I rip that dirt
Button up ma shirt im in love with a verse
Da a know dat ah be rippin
Til I lay on ma hearse
Lord Give to me da world do
Ah don’t line ma purse
Bullet bullet bang like a telephone rang
Yang ying yang balance en am
Back in wid da plan
Dog Tanyon dat a march up with a big band
Listen tae da fine when me sang waoww
So we open up n look wid
Tird eye im a battler
Wid a renegade masta comin at ya
Lak a bad gyal wid a gooda bitta chat ya
What a radical a batter bat a better batta
Rah rah lullaby child a cass ya
Into a record thatll never run past ya
Lyric on da mic wid a renegade rasta
When a pass ya betta salute
Da commanda for da
I live a hard life