This a original style This a original style

They don't have a style like us I tell you, they don't have a style like us

None of them na wicked, na wild like we.

Kabaka pyramid men, ya the lyrics they say.

They don't have a style like us I'm telling you, they don't have a style like us

None of them are wicked, not white like we.

Come out the pyramid, man, you're the lyrics, they say.

Okay.

Style just a chop like a proper marijuana.

Bro, me not a dread no Afro, no Valderrama.

Left Colorado and stop at Alabama.

Ma have to catch a international flight to Ghana.

Tell them to put the boarding pass in my palm, yeah.

No, for them no like me, so them had to get warmer.

If them had a snake, well, me had a snake trauma.

Snap a quick pic, make them know what I want, yeah.

We a give them PTSD, that a trauma.

Tell them the V-E-B-V-L-E on, yeah.

Solid as a rock when we a rock and come on ya Touch the stage so one will a figure perform ya Woman dem a fiend tell dem we nah wanna drama because

Dem no got no style like weh I ya tell ya dem no got no style like weh None of dem no wicked no wild like weh Kaka piramid me ya delirix dey say

They don't have a style like me, I tell you, they don't have a style like me None of them are wicked, not wild like me Come on, copy-wrap with me, the lyrics are dirty Don't know the style and they don't know the pattern From New York, Manhattan to Tokyo, Japan Flows them a lock on the globe, me a chat on My lyrics, they are kick like the boy with name Zlatan

Real rastaman nah take, nah talk, nah nah chat from, nah praise the bar, let them get boxed with a baton.

Half a lyrical if it for step on the chalk on, them a run fi them life, them get overlap on, them a move like a menace, like Dennis to the Rodman.

Give them the teachings of Ali, I the Godman, teach them the truth of Kenet, which is the black land.

impress men in person if i'm a hot on the mic and i'm honest like a ox to a log man

Trapping down any adversary counteraction.

We in a Babylon, but have a plan for extraction.

But all we're much at it in Latin, Anglo, Saxon.

Them no say, them no got no style like we.

I ya tell ya dem nuh got nuh style like weh Nuh nuh dem nuh wicked nuh wild like weh Talk a pyramid meh ya the lyrics dey say

Aye, dem no got no style like we I ya tell ya dem no got no style like we

None of them na wicked nor wild like wey Kawa ka pyramid men ya the lyrics dey tey

Nice and easy, ma just keep it simple Ma sit back and I watch a low bus like a pimple Artists arise, music sink like a dimple Ma hotter than the sun

Some star boy a twinkle.

Watch all the thing them way you name and way you drink too.

Nuff of them a stray from the grid and them a swing too.

What kind a problem a barbarism you into?

The real Congo not a certain thing enough it bring too.

See we upon the mountain peak a beat the catty jump.

Fire where me burn not a soul can get her from.

Touching at the place them a beg with a sickle down.

Artists a stray but the rust not let her down.

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Me never done me done in a delivery so I'm a top in every song.

Lyrics got ready fi start a rebellion Me tell you no say dem nuh got no style like we I ya tell you dem nuh got no style like we None of dem nuh wicked nuh wild like we Come a coffee rum in me ya the lyrics deity

They don't have a style like us I tell you, they don't have a style like us

None of them not wicked, not wild like we.

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.

Okay, come on.