Who You Think You Are

Lyrics

[Intro] *Scatting* [Chorus] An' who di hell you think you are? I'm not a superstar Mi nah drink di gold wine and smoking cigar And I don't drive in Satan's car, with Jesus mi a par I'm just a revolutionary fighting my own war [Verse 1] A mi name Alberto D'Ascola, don't hitch pon it I'm very humble, don't you ask, I just walk wid it Down inna Jamaica, life no pretty, mi no ramp wid it White bwoy a prove himself to di world and crew, it's fumbling I left my mother dropping tears just to chase a dream Mi hit my time, son, your empire was in slavery Di wicked man stole mi life and I identity So watch yourself and watch your mouth before you judging mi [Chorus] An' who di hell you think you are? I'm not a superstar Mi nah drink di gold wine and smoking cigar And I don't drive in Satan's car, with Jesus mi a par I'm just a revolutionary [Verse 2] Mi bredda died, he was killed by bandits in di streets Mi father try 'til him weak, an' him still a dweet At certain points I war with God so Satan was the shit And then one day Selassie come and save mi from di trick Oh, well, so here I am, di puppet of your show The man on stage that sing some stuff that you don't know The clown a pleased the crowd and can appease his soul The artist with a funny name, a funny flow The price fi come to give yuh culture and di money dat yuh earn Di idiot bwoy get likkle bit in return [Chorus] An' who di hell you think you are? I'm not a superstar Mi nah drink di gold wine and smoking cigar And I don't drive in Satan's car, with Jesus mi a par I'm just a revolutionary fighting my own war Who you think you are? I'm not Jah superstar Mi nah drink di gold wine and smoking cigar And I don't drive in Satan's car, with Jesus mi a par I'm just a revolutionary fighting my own war [Verse 3] I had a gun right on my face and I was scared to die I sex so many girl so mi did nah tell nuff lie I was alcoholic and depressed, one day I'll tell you why So just for now we leave it so, so please just give mi a bly [Outro] An' who di hell you think you are? I'm not a superstar Mi nah drink di gold wine and smoking cigar And I don't drive in Satan's car, with Jesus mi a par I'm just a revolutionary fighting my own war