Easy Mr. Demus

Lyrics

[Intro] Another request to all di girls A we rule di world, easy Let battleborn champion [?] Nicodemus at di microphone stand [Chorus] For, mi seh, girls under, mi have di girls under Tell you, Nicodemus, a di master blaster Girls under, mi have di girls under Tell you, mister Demus, him big boat rider [Verse 1] 'Cause, nuff a dem a talk 'bout dem a baby father A when mi check dem up, dem nah no baby mother A nuff a dem a talk 'bout dem a baby mother A when mi check dem up, dem no know baby father Di youth waan' food, seh, di youth waan' clothes Want a little [?] fi wipe their nose Read mi [?] Tell you, mister Demus weh dem love di most [Refrain] Mi seh, guerilla, dem a guerilla Fighting a war in a South Africa Guerilla, for dem a guerilla Fighting a war in a South Africa [Verse 2] For, dat dem lick a shot, dem gone lick it back Well listen, mister Demus, mi a di [?] A everywhere mi go, mi seh, mi na go turn back Mi comin' from di back, a go reach up to di top [Chorus] Girls under, mi have di girls under Tell you mister Demus a di master blaster Girls under, mi have di girls under Tell you dat di Skengdon, him a di godfather [Verse 3] Nuff a dem a talk 'bout dem a baby father A when mi check dem up, dem nah no baby mother A nuff a dem a talk 'bout dem a baby mother A when mi check dem up, dem no know baby father Di youth want food, di youth want clothes Him want a little [?] fi wipe their nose Mi read mi [?] Tell you, papa Demus weh dem love di most [Refrain] Mi seh, guerilla, fa we a guerilla Fighting a war in a South Africa Guerilla, beca' dem guerilla Fighting a war in a South Africa [Verse 4] A nuff a dem a talk 'bout dem a fighting the war But when mi check it out, dem fear di bushmaster Mi know, seh, mister Demus, him have di crossbow Youth like mister Demus have fi live longer [Chorus] Girls under, mi have di girls under Tell you, mister Demus, him big boat rider Girls under, mi have di girls under Tell you dat di Skengdon, him a di godfather [Verse 5] 'Cause, nuff a dem a talk 'bout dem a baby father A when mi check dem up, dem nah no baby mother A nuff a dem a talk 'bout dem a baby mother A when mi check dem up, dem no know baby father Di youth waan' food, seh, di youth waan' clothes Want a little [?] fi wipe their nose Read mi [?] Tell you, mister Demus weh dem love di most [Refrain] Mi seh, guerilla, beca' dem guerilla Fighting a war in a South Africa Guerilla, beca' dem guerilla Fighting a war in a South Africa [Outro] For, dat dem lick a shot, dem gone lick it back Listen, mister Demus, mi a di [?]