About me

Out in the streets, they call it murder!


Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs they camp at
Two pounds a weed inna van bag
It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your back pack
The smell a give your girlfriend contact
Some boy noy notice, them only come around like tourist
On the beach with a few club sodas
Bedtime stories, and pose like dem name Chuck Norris
And they don't know the real hardcore
Cause Sandals a now back too, the thugs they have do what them got to
And won't think twice to shoot you
Don't make them spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too
A pure tuff things come at you

When Trenchtown man stop laugh and block-off traffic
Then them wheel and pop off and them start clap it
With the pin file dung and it a beat drop it
Police come inna jeep and them cant stop it
Some say them a playboy (them) a playboy rabbit
Funnyman a get dropped like a bad habit
So nobody pose tuff if you don't have it
Rastafari stands alone!

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Jungs, ich setzt euch ne Deadline,
auf drei, müsst ihr weg sein.
Eins, Drei, Pech gehabt,
ich bin halt ein Dreckschwein.
Pfeil an Textzeilen bis sie glatt sind, wie Speckstein.
Rhyme fresh, fresh me, so auf flash kann nur ich sein.
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_Music_


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Bless dem ....

Peace