Boomshakalaka (feat. Miscellaneous)

Bun di whole a dem with faya

Hotta faya sticky cyaan done

When you coulda well you shoulda

Bwoy now you haffe run

Bwoy you dead anytime you touch di mic

Anything test cyaan see the daylight

Say di liars dem a bun

And di haters dema run

No we no keep friend with no demon

If your heart it no clean

You no move with Taiwan

This ya one a hotter dan di Sun

And a long time we tell dem

And they never listen

We deya pon a mission

Fi entertain di massive ina session

And we fulfill the assignment yo

Haters pon silent mode

Yes it's a rugged road

But we haffe trod along

No me no carry no weapon

Yes we fight fi truth and rights

With di spliff in a di hand

We bun di wholadem

Hotta fire cyaan done

Weh me sing

Boom biddy bye bye

Who’s this pretty fly guy?

It’s mista Miscellaneous back with Sticky Tai Tai

We finna twist the rizzla up and take a trippy ride high

Trippy like the design on a hippie tie-dye

When we blazing we gets lazy like Biggie’s right eye

And feel the real disconnect like we got shitty WiFi

But really, why try? I like to be in my bubble

Why mingle with suckers? I’m kilometers above you

See, comparing me to you’s like a pit to a poodle

I’m the shit

You just doodoo

I’m a painting

A sophisticated pic to a doodle

I am it, the caboodle

What I spit’s truly brutal

Little kid: Do your googles!

You the Swiss, you are neutral

I’m a blitz moving through you

I cause tissue removal

I’m a witch using voodoo

Why cater to you haters to get new approval?

Click click: Boom boom boom boom

Bullets rip through your noodle

My sound my mission yes me haffi fulfill

Always do it fi di massive never fi di dollar bill

Can’t chill ever ill till a morning

Killing it pon di riddim til dawning

Aint no running from

My sound yes it a di best

Nuffadem a test but we put dem to rest

Yes this is a special request

You better pray fi dem soul befoor we get vex

You better pray fi them you better warn dem

My sound come fi kill dem

Kill dem already kill dem again, yo

This is a warning

When you hear me mi no stammer

When you see me ever ready

Lyrically say we badder than the wholadem pussyclaat

Long time in a di business we no worry bout dem idiots

We back, the fly duo

That’s me and Tai Uno

Ain’t like those guys you know

Like you rap-type-pseudos

With your recycled flows

You stupid minds move slow

Your fucking IQ’s low

Boom Boom rivals go

I’m too cold

I’m too dope

Salute to my crew though

Ze, Sly and High-Ku yo

ASM, my dude Soap

Youthstar: That’s my true bro

Inch: This beat’s tight! Kudos

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