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(Intro)
Stephen-ism, evil-ism
A now me set it so, me born come see it
If yuh not tough, you will dead inna the bloodclaat
Dead inna the bloodclaat, dead inna the bloodclaat street

That’s why me buss it, me buss it, me buss it
Buss it, me buss it, me buss
Buss it, me buss it, me buss it, buss it, me buss
That’s why me buss it, me buss it, me buss it
Buss it, me buss it
Yeah, me buss it, me buss it, me buss it
Buss it, me buss it, me buss

(Verse 1)
You Mister P*ssyhole, you can’t drape this
All when a me alone, you can’t box this
Tell your big thick friend, me nah knock fist
Man a knockist, a straight m*rder we practice

Me catch the p*ssyhole, dem a gamble
Shot a fire, skin a catch a fire like a candle
Me buss the Glock till the clip drop out a the handle
All a who no drop, dem haffi scramble
Me lef’ dead body, buss chain, cellphone
One, one foot a shoes, couple ring, couple bundle
Gyal a bawl, say she bredda dead (whoa!), too much fi handle
Me knock it, mek them squaddy see, watch it Mister Campbell
Mhm hm, mi nyam dem food like chicken a Bojangle
Mhm hm, look inna guy eye when him a get strangle
Dawgie and people no tangle
McKinley sh*t the plane out out a sky ‘cross the Gaza triangle

(Chorus 2)
You Mister P*ssyhole, you can’t drape this
All when a me alone, you can’t box this
Tell your big thick friend, me nah knock fist
Man a knockist, a straight murder we practice

(Verse 2)
Dem bwoy deh fi know we have the world lock
We mek dem keep funeral, we mek dem world black
Walk out with the riffle dem weh taller than me girl frock
Dem blood a wet up road, the marrow fly weh ‘pon a bird back
That’s the way the riffle with the clip weh have the curve act
It mek dem ends get empty, d’even weed a sell ‘pon your block
Da artist a no p*ssy, me a murderer like Murdock
Me link New Kidz a Brook Valley and Baby Cham a Sherlock
Mhm hm, before me step me ask, “Trudy where the herb at?”
Mhm hm, skin a go smoke like ganja when you burn that
The bwoy try fi diss and see me gun and try fi run
But if a the station you run in, a inna the station me a turn that

(Bridge)
You Mister P*ssyhole, you can’t drape this
All when a me alone, you can’t box this
Tell your big thick friend, me nah knock fist
Man a knockist, a straight murder we practice
You Mister P*ssyhole, you can’t drape this
All when a me alone, you can’t box this
Tell your big thick friend, me nah knock fist, me nah knock fist

That’s why me buss it, me buss it, me buss it
Buss it, me buss it, me buss
Buss it, me buss it, me buss it, buss it, me buss
That’s why me buss it, me buss it, me buss it
Buss it, me buss it
Yeah, me buss it, me buss it, me buss it
Buss it, me buss it, me buss

You Mister P*ssyhole, you can’t drape this
All when a me alone, you can’t box this
Tell your big thick friend, me nah knock fist
Man a knockist, a straight murder we practice

(Outro)
A now me set it so, me born come see it
If you not tough, you will dead inna the bloodclaat
Dead inna the bloodclaat, dead inna the bloodclaat street
A now me set it so, me born come see it
If you not tough, you will dead inna the bloodclaat
Dead inna the bloodclaat, dead inna the bloodclaat street

Stephen, a wha’ do some bwoy?
Eh
Stephen-ism, evil-ism

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(Chorus)
I wrote my way out
When the world turned its back on me
I was up against the wall
I had no foundation
No friends and no family to catch my fall
Running on empty, with nothing left in me but doubt
I picked up a pen
And wrote my way out (I wrote my way out)

(Verse 1)
I picked up the pen like Hamilton
Street analyst, now I write words that try to channel ’em
No political power, just lyrical power
Sittin’ on a crate on a corner, sippin’ for hours
Schemin’ on a come up, from evening’to sun up
My man awaitin’ trial, misdemeanors we younger
Courtroom prejudice, insufficient evidence
Jailhouse lawyers, these images still relevant
Flickerin’ lights inside my project hall
Sickenin’, the mice crawl all night long
And ’87 Reaganism, many pages I’ve written on
Writin’ songs about rights and wrongs and bails bonds
Master bedroom, bigger than the crib that I was raised at
I’m the architect like I wrote the code to Waze app
I’m driven, black Elohim from the streets of Queens
The definition of what It Was Written means
Know what I mean?

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2)
I really wrote my way up out of 6E
Develop relationships with fiends, I know they miss me
Before the metrocards, it was tokens, I did the ten speed
Never had wrote a rhyme in my life, what was a sixteen?
At sixteen, arrested in housin’, trips to the mountains
Came right back, trappin’ off couches, watchin’ for mouses
Only tools we was posed with, had a spot, smoke lit
The hate is just confusion, pay attention how them jokes switch
Diadora was my favorite, the Mark Buchanans
Mama couldn’t afford them, I learned everythin’ on the border
That’s a big 8, Clicquot parties with private dancers with no mixtape
Bumble Bee Tuna, now we could get steak
I persevered, composition, I kept it close
Competition near, I’m a Spartan without the spear
Three hundred rhymes, it was written before I wrote it
Opportunity knockin’, might miss it, that window closin’
This poetry in motion, I’m a poet

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3)
High speed, dubbin’ these rhymes in my dual cassette deck
Runnin’ out of time like I’m Jonathan Larson’s rent check
My mind is where the wild things are, Maurice Sendak
In withdrawal, I want it all, please give me that pen back
Y’all, I caught my first beatin’ from the other kids when I was caught readin’
“Oh, you think you smart? Blah! Start bleedin’”
My pops tried in vain to get me to fight back
Sister tapped my brains, said, pssh, you’ll get ’em right back
Oversensitive, defenseless, I made sense of it, I pencil in
The lengths to which I’d go to learn my strengths and knock ’em senseless
These sentences are endless, so what if they leave me friendless?
Damn, you got no chill, f*ckin’ right I’m relentless
I know Abuela’s never really gonna win the lottery
So it’s up to me to draw blood with this pen, hit an artery
This Puerto Rican’s brains are leakin’ through the speakers
And if he can be the shinin’ beacon this side of the G.W.B and
Shine a light when it’s gray out

(Bridge)
I wrote my way out
Oh, I was born in the eye of a storm
No lovin’ arms to keep me warm
This hurricane in my brain is the burden I bear
I can do without, I’m here (I’m here)
Cause I wrote my way out

(Coda)
I picked up the pen like Hamilton
I wrote my way out of the projects
Wrote-wrote my way out of the projects
Picked up the pen like Hamilton
I wrote my way out of the
Wrote-wrote my way out of the projects
I wrote my way out
Picked up the pen like Hamilton
I wrote my way out of the

(I wrote my way out)
Really, I saw like a hole in the rap game, so if I wanted to put my little two cents in the game, then it would be from a different perspective
(I wrote my way out)
I thought that I would represent for my neighborhood and tell their story, be their voice, in a way that nobody has done it
Tell the real story

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Seems there will be no peace between Popcaan and Vybz Kartel anytime soon.

Earlier this week, Tommy Lee Sparta visited Kartel in prison signaling that the two have officially made peace. Sparta with Kartel’s right hand man Sikka Rymes going inside GP where they spent a few hours with the Gazanation boss. Sources told DancehallHipHop that the link up was Sean Kingston’s idea after he urged the two artists to make peace. Since then there have been chatters that Popcaan could be the next person out of the Gaza camp to make peace with his former mentor.

That will not happen if you can into consideration a recent diss song from Sikka Rymes “Run Go Fi Strap.” The lyrics in the single are a clear attack on Popcaan and his crew. “Yo sing the most badman song and shaky, them boy deh badness naan step up lately, Get a one shoes a talk how them killy crazy, and them naan make no step than mean them killy lazy,” Sikka Rymes spites while adding in another line, “Alright then teach Sivva, Sikka from Rema no bwoy can’t buy me Benz not even Bimmer.”

Vybz Kartel tasked Sikka Rymes as the man who organized his prison visits and our sources inside the Gaza told us that their is a staunch hatred for Popcaan among members of Kartel’s inner circle. “Everybody hate him (Popcaan) because he did something that he never should’ve done, and then on top of that for years he never visit the boss not even a phone call, no support, nothing for the man you claimed gave you everything,” our Gaza insider said in a message to DancehallHipHop.

Last year we saw a diss track from Kartel’s most loyal supporter, Shawn Storm, who is currently in prison serving a life sentence for the said crime the “Fever” deejay is in prison for. Since Tommy Lee’s visit, some fans have been urging Popcaan to make peace with Kartel, but so far he has not responded to those requests. A peace deal is still a long shot even if someone like Sean Kingston try to be the middleman.

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(Intro)
Rise up this morning with the girls dem pon mi mind
Everyday pon mi mind, all the time!

(Chorus)
Gyal a bubble up, bubble up
Bubble up, gyal bubble up
Gyal a Bubble up, bubble up
Gyal balance di body
bum like a ball, bubble up
Gyal a bubble up, bubble up
Bubble up, gyal bubble up
Gyal balance di body
bum like a ball, bubble up

(Verse 1)
Gyal wine up, wine up yuh body
Gyal wine up (yeah)
Bubble pon the sithin’
Gal wine up (yeah)
Wine an nuh care what no one seh
Kotch it up pon dat post deh
Roun a di back a dah house deh
Go pon yuh head tek it down (yeah)
Yuh so fat pon dat omuch pound deh

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Good gold yuh have, gal a good gold yuh have
a nuh washover, silver, a good gold yuh have
thirty-nine karrot gyal a good gold yuh have
Siddung pon the singting
yuh fi giggle, yuh fi, yuh fi
yuh fi gimmie, gimmie, gimmie
What yuh have a so mi want it
Gyal mi coulda a neva, neva, neva do without it
Grab you inna yuh hair, a fimmi this
Mi affi shout it
Wisper inna hears and tell you seh
Hey

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Wine yuh body cause mi like it (yeah)
Take the bicycle and ride it (yeah)
Kotch pon the beat onetize it (yeah)
Up inna the air yuh fi hice it (yeah)
Go pon yuh head take it down (yeah)
Katch it up pon dah post deh
Roun a di back a dah house deh
Go pon yuh head tek it down (yeah)
Yuh so fat pon dat ommuch pound deh

(Chorus)

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(Verse 1: Adam Levine)
Dirty looks from your mother
Never seen you in a dress that color, no
It’s a special occasion
Not invited, but I’m glad I made it, oh

(Bridge: Adam Levine)
Let me apologize
I’ll make up, make up, make up, make up for all those times
Your love, I don’t wanna lose
I’m beggin’, beggin’, beggin’, beggin’, I’m beggin’ you

(Chorus: Adam Levine)
Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around?
Just wait, can we work this out, can we work this out?
Just wait, can you come here please? ‘Cause I wanna be with you
Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around?
Just wait, can we work this out, can we work this out?
Just wait, could you come here please? ‘Cause I wanna be with you

(Verse 2: Adam Levine)
Can we talk for a moment?
Got these feelings that I’m tired of holdin’ on
Wasn’t tryna get wasted
I needed more than three or four to say this, oh

(Bridge: Adam Levine)

(Repeat Chorus: Adam Levine)

(Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)
Wait, can we work this out? I’ve been thinkin’ out loud all day
Don’t let me down, can’t live without my bae
And she wanna leave, but I think it’s easier
If you let me be, you should come and see me, girl
Just think about it, girl, you should know I still think about you, yeah
I know you’re into diamonds, I can tell you everything defined in you
But I’m like

(Repeat Chorus: Adam Levine)

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