Rude boy deh ya pon di beat again,
tell some fool hold a seat again/
I man puffing on the reefer blend
listening to the bass and the tweeter dem/
But where it deh? yea see it deh dropping on the riddim,
all the dancers start bopping on the riddim/
watch out, told you its a shocker ima give'em,
Watch out, told you you should stop u didn't listen/
Now you laid out all on the floor with a twist jaw,
all up in the club drunk what you starting that shit for/
Preeing people gal steady pissing them off,
without being ready to get your fucking fists off/
We stay level headed when we wilding,
you can tell a brother's from the island/
Ganja we a bun if u nuh like it,
suck ya manda yo caa we a light it,
don't get my people dem violent/
Smooth like socks on laminate flooring,
sliding around when its boring/
Play my shit, get your brain to absorb in this rhyming flow,
this is rhyming gold you won't hear it often/
My people are coughing, too much loud up in the spliff,
a near death from a couple a hits/
You can't fuck with my shit, u better fuck ya gal an buss on her tits
and stay happy like a bucket of chips in Las Vagas/
Hardcore hip hop fuck yea that made us,
anything less than that is outrageous/
Wilding, with the grade like I'm skydiving,
no goggles on can't open my eyes an/
I stay level headed when I'm wilding,
you can tell a brothers from the islands/
Ganja we a bun if u nuh like it,
suck ya manda yo caa we a light it,
don't get my people dem violent/
UK rapper and composer Oscar reconnects with his youth on a sleek, diaristic LP influenced by ’90s hip-hop and '00s R&B. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024