Lyrics

Smoky, smoky! It's the band that we dozy, magnifico Shimmy with my band singing ticky-tongue low Room in the mainland, ten-speeds in the transit van We rap, sing, jam, soul-clap Nice up your party with raw rockiness Izza iza t'ing! God bless Unstoppable solo, damn necessary like breeze We gots it, can't get dust like fleas What the hell is with the guessing? Ideas ain't shit, lest you ready, willing, down to commit Through the blood sweat and pain, we far from sane Nuts'll break swinging with this joyful noise Nuff grace and poise The crack of dawn rise up, done smoke this spiza Dey 'pon the move, we don't stop too cold, we don't stop groove Wouldn't too sweet, might rot all the teeth Chorus: When we have the fever Bona fide - tis we, tis I Said geezer - "Well!" Scream out the phrase with the uppercase beat Progress from whence my third eye see Through the traps that were laid Living death played Each and every time we raise, we bring cuff Let them snakes stay soldiers, be told "You can't cram this mode!" Right now we catching heat 'pon road It's like city to city, town to town, outback to outback Knack for this roots rappin' Bona fide, tis I, the groundbreaker Melodies from where we stay taken to Jamaica Tongue of the street, jagged signal flow Some low-down disgusting acquittal for the truth Too ?? Reject recruit Far flung flingin' the dung the young soak in Mood flipper, who arms as ?? Mr "Yes, yes I've London Pride" Back to flip, flip to back, return of the black Dress up in my walley mack Chorus Two jar Guinness and some yard food Got me in the mood for some singing Freestyle flinging, bringing You and yours and your best friend's doll 'pon a journey inside the mind of a rebel We stand tall, dude, we shall not be moved Manuv-ing through, yeah, nicen up your region Who the hell you heeding, won't you heed thyself? Let them dreams run free, make no duns just speak (??) G'wan with the piddy self without chest Stronghearted youth 'pon a strong-hearted quest Singing "Ya yes yes, furthermore yes!" Movements gwi'darn now we safe from harm The cream to that rises to keep that cunt living good He pass the big bad smoke 'cause plastic fumes come from plastic folk Chorus