Skinnyman

Skinnyman - Who? Me. lyrics

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[Skinnyman]

Who? Me, listen..

This time when we splash, trust we're gonna splash

They're gonna come up runnin' and pun us with their mash

Men are gonna stand firm, some are gonna dash

Some of them boys just ain't ready for the clash

When you don't see your life past you by in a flash

Cuz others wanna hate on the fat Jamaic' cash

Everything they've tried to achieve has even crashed

They're left walkin' up and down road lookin' brassed

Alas, most of them men are fassio's

Every two weeks they have to sign for dole

I'm on another level blood, check it, I'm-a roll

Rippin' down any spark with my famine toll

You don't know how that go, any way you want it

Settin' you which way, blood I'm on it, so run it

Who? Me, listen..

I used to roll deep with a crew of nasty soldiers

Now I hold heat, carryin' that weight on my shoulders

The way that I've been raised is too much to get over

The way the streets have tried to mould us then hold us to the pavement

Now we're facin' modern day enslavement

Gettin' shift, lookin' at the world behind the jail fence

Twenty three hours locked down is how your day's spent

Thinkin' 'bout the way all of my old school braves went

Cuz I been here puttin' it down for years

I watch my silence, screams will break the death ears

Nothings left here but a holy but fuckery

All over the country road is lookin' ugly, trust me

From the age of ten years old

Certain runnings that I've been through remain untold

Who? Me..

That's why I resurface, cause everything I hear sounds worthless

Man who wanna play your part, they know your purpose

I know my heart, my rhyme's stomp full of curses

Makin' every one around me start actin' nervous

Call doctors and nurses, emergency services

Pull it back like cartwheel spin reverses

Check my verses, the way I'm puttin' 'em down

The way I'm shuttin' 'em down, I'm not fuckin' around

I'm cleanin' up town like some old street sweepers

In broad daylight, I roll with night time creepers

Whoever want to eat us, beef us or show my peeps love

The others can meet their Grim Reapers

Forget bein' six feet deep dug, it don't matter

After I've left ya with ya scull bone shattered

The heads that you see me roll ain't no rappers

Gun clappers who live like nuttin don't matter

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