Yeah its high time high time that we get rid of high crime
Yeah Its hard time dat ya know dat you be living a lie
N am bored ah da bitter politician allah Dem
A been digging up within am a seeking out a gem
Put out a hand to lend like ya bigga than dan dem
High time that we ascend.
Sick of allah weapon na bomb, boom, bang
Sa turn on da light n da boat bell ring
Nah we don’t want ching No bling barabing
Bredda don’t make a racket when am seeking a king
Rockin on by walkin on a line
Jumpin up high with the lamp on burnin up a light
With a rich champion but ma wealth inside
So ya wanna follow that child coz its
I’m living in a hard life 0 in a hard time
A digga dig it up when I rip that dirt
Button up ma shirt im in love with a verse
Da a know dat ah be rippin til I lay on ma hearse
Lord Give to me da world do ah don’t line ma purse
Bullet bullet bang like a telephone rang
Yang ying yang balance en am back in wid da plan
Dog Tanyon dat a march up with a big band
Listen tae da fine when me sang waoww
So we open up n look wid tird eye im a battler
Wid a renegade masta comin at ya
Lak a bad gyal wid a gooda bitta chat ya
What a radical a batter bat a better batta
Rah rah lullaby child a cass ya
Into a record thatll never run past ya
Lyric on da mic wid a renegade rasta
When a pass ya betta salute da commanda for da
I live a hard life
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