Real Killa (Day Rave
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Fool that, Stephen
Yeah, that's it, that's it, that's it
Me a kill dem without even a chorus
Niggas be killin' (yow)
Aye, a wham to dem?
Warn dem unnu Stephen
Because me evil
Dead dem dead (The Darkest Knight, hahaha)
Wham to dem?
Dem tracin' like Denise
But when my rifle squeeze
Bwoy there pon the freezer a freeze
Buss the special till it breeze
Gangsta nuh take no leave
Rifle shot a bite dem like bees
(A wham to dem?)
With dem one bagga lippin', like a lipstick war
Bite pon my name like a biscuit war
Aye, fag tell your frat this is not kids' war
Run up inna mi gun and bwoy face pon tar (see it?)
Now the bwoy dem panicking
'Cause dem nuh shot a sole
Dem only kill mannequin
The fuss head buss him vomiting
Unknown rifle clap and him vanishing
If you don't know nothing 'bout Real Killa
Make me tell you something 'bout Real Killa
Real Killa bagga chattin' me nuh read inna
My dogs hungry and dem want real dinner
If you don't know nothing 'bout Real Killa
Make me tell you something 'bout Real Killa
Head drop off and a spin like a wheel inna
Rifle buss through your shield inna
Your friend dem a your pole-bearer
So, dem a go bring your casket
Put the body at the spot right where the box keep
Park the Chiney K, the Russian chopstick
Blood run outta bwoy like when dem gyal sick
No chorus, a bare sittin', a bare sittin'
Aye, a pay sittin, a nuh play sittin'
Stephen play the Riddim, nuh delay sittin'
Long-time Jamaica nuh hear me slay sittin' (haha)
Run up inna my gun with the duppy bat back at you
Stuck inna copper and him stuck inna copper too
Black blunt rise and bleach out head blacker too
Rifle rise and kick dem like soccer too
The Gully God and there ain't no damn other two
And motherfucker don't tell me 'bout your mother too
I'm so mad, I'll murder your brother too
You tracin' like Dawn and Ava too
If you don't know nothing 'bout real
Real, real blue steel
Me nuh talk no cart wheel
Bombohole head spin like my van wheel
If you don't know no Real Killa
Then let me tell you 'bout Real Killa
Real Killa bagga lippin' me nuh read inna
Stephen, haha
Stephen, a me you send for?
A that the bombohole dem life just end for?
Inna war, a it me get ten outta ten for (haha)
I'm mentally crazy remember
Mad
Weh the bomboclaat do dem?
Dem mad like me? Dem mad like me?
When me seh sick, me nuh talk sick fi public (fuckin' crazy)
Me a talk, me nuh even a talk mentally sick (Stephen)
Me born sick (you know I didn't even)
Bwoy start my gun never stick (use my chorus)
Dem bwoy just a lip (or anyone's chorus or anything)
Me nuh haffi use my gun, me will use ice pick, haha (of course I have choruses)
('Cause in my gunnin', I got no rusties, I'll be sendin' niggas)
So, if you don't know nothing 'bout Real Killa (to hear the fucking dusties, hahaha)
Don't
Mad
Some fool dem