Текст песни Skinnyman - Who? Me
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[Skinnyman]Who? Me, listen..This time when we splash, trust we`re gonna splashThey`re gonna come up runnin` and pun us with their mashMen are gonna stand firm, some are gonna dashSome of them boys just ain`t ready for the clashWhen you don`t see your life past you by in a flashCuz others wanna hate on the fat Jamaic` cashEverything they`ve tried to achieve has even crashedThey`re left walkin` up and down road lookin` brassedAlas, most of them men are fassio`sEvery two weeks they have to sign for doleI`m on another level blood, check it, I`m-a rollRippin` down any spark with my famine tollYou don`t know how that go, any way you want itSettin` you which way, blood I`m on it, so run itWho? Me, listen..I used to roll deep with a crew of nasty soldiersNow I hold heat, carryin` that weight on my shouldersThe way that I`ve been raised is too much to get overThe way the streets have tried to mould us then hold us to the pavementNow we`re facin` modern day enslavementGettin` shift, lookin` at the world behind the jail fenceTwenty three hours locked down is how your day`s spentThinkin` `bout the way all of my old school braves wentCuz I been here puttin` it down for yearsI watch my silence, screams will break the death earsNothings left here but a holy but fuckeryAll over the country road is lookin` ugly, trust meFrom the age of ten years oldCertain runnings that I`ve been through remain untoldWho? Me..That`s why I resurface, cause everything I hear sounds worthlessMan who wanna play your part, they know your purposeI know my heart, my rhyme`s stomp full of cursesMakin` every one around me start actin` nervousCall doctors and nurses, emergency servicesPull it back like cartwheel spin reversesCheck my verses, the way I`m puttin` `em downThe way I`m shuttin` `em down, I`m not fuckin` aroundI`m cleanin` up town like some old street sweepersIn broad daylight, I roll with night time creepersWhoever want to eat us, beef us or show my peeps loveThe others can meet their Grim ReapersForget bein` six feet deep dug, it don`t matterAfter I`ve left ya with ya scull bone shatteredThe heads that you see me roll ain`t no rappersGun clappers who live like nuttin don`t matter