Docks Documents

It's the Anonymous, Surinamenous

To brothers and sons of God

Dockers will be rolling large

Never roll with stolen arts

Keep my arts original, when fail I'll be a criminal

I never mind my material, keep my status imperial

Serial killers on track, villains will attack

I be the illest on my stack

Always the first to where we at

Because it's Mis, I've been a hard kid since I was six

Cause if it wasn't Christ they would've pinned me on a crucifix

Tricks from you hypocrites, the stronger we grow

But I never see no evil alone

So never keep my cool at home

We bury quickly, sick tarts they'll never get me

Now God is with me

We represent, I style shifty

We're chosen by a few, young rebels been brute

They're always rude

Don't know better, ain't no other substitute

They reclaim, on the system maintain

Admitted to them I'm respected like a vooder, executer like a shooter

Lady killing, drop money spilling

It's all a grin

I've been chilling with my woman

It's lots of loving

Now I grill with the state, am I astir or am I aggrieving?

Aggravating, stimulations I'm innovating, spectating

Cranium bustings, skeleton crush you with bass playing

Experimental science debating

I'm feeling sober, drink soda

Soldier, my controller, solar

Have I told you by far this ain't over?

The roots of this dutchland routal

Ended a Buddha, my dreads 'll be crucial

CHORUS:

Come come, to my Northside family, gotta going on

Come come, to my peoples living in the docks, gotta going on

Come come come, to my Northside family, gotta going on

Come come, to my peoples living in the docks, gotta going on

Ay yo, what in this world made me dominant kid?

First of all, no one to blame is the Anonymous Mis

The socialist who runs the game from his throne

Who reigns with responds

He's formerly known, forgetting questions blown

You never stand a chance against Docks Documents

We represent, we're consequent, you're nonconfident

We talk the different slang, you couldn't understand

Like we were French, while you stand and hold hands with your girlfriend

We never took fronting likely

So how the hell you gonna excite me?

These rebel wishes to be vicious and evil

I know you never liked me as your people

But we're the ones to leave you with a blues ego

I know you knows me, approach me

Know me like the closer me

Shops in it mostly

The Docks spiritual ain't closely

Like the beats that stump rings, crumble and shrink

Terms of knownledge demolish, your style sinks

You're missing links

You and your sins symbolize like Prince

You're writing rhymes, we pin Docks Documents

Notice my ranks

Get in this land of no men, half of grown men

Your shit is cold like a snowman

We be the Postmen

CHORUS

I hear evil, I see evil in my neighbourhood

No good people ate me if they could

Understand, living isn't bad in this land

Always thrown with the relics

Schizophrenic, now panic

South rubba, more in the shabba

G-Boah, construct the rasta, north side docka

You don't know me or my home family no

Just be Irie, rub-a-dub styly

We're high like helicopters, fly like whining doctors

The Dockers, we're on some heavy Reggae stuff like rockers

We belong to the toppers, the toughest

On the slow bass and slow drums

We're never in a rush

Party in the slum

You can ask mister Isaacs

Where your eyes at?

You can play some on Holly's back

Shaking on the music that I love with whole my heart

I got you a message from the king like Prince Far I

CHORUS