Mi mada sister coulda never text me online
mi anti (aunty) social too much things deh pon mi mind
so mi cut miself to veins just fi neutralize di pain
it's like wi affi tek a loss every single time wi gain
just know say once u dead u caay go recovery
the renegade discover
if u wha fi beat di powers
ya fi fly a couple plane inna
couple a dem towers
that's the medz u affi medz if u wha fi bigger than
the bigger heads
the more u wha get out the more it pull u in
tell mi would u try if u know u couldn't win
that's the system whe wi in
it make wi hate wi self till wi bleach wi owna skin
if u wha fi beat the odds mi a tell u no fi play
cause the nature a the game nah go change from how it stay
when u cells dem carbonate and di mental floridate
and u affi turn up to a fucking job u hate
u know wi underpressue and can bearly bear the weight
when mi sit and contemplate a death or debt
a every gettho youths fate
some man a plan di great escape
but dem no know there's no escape
to Rome the earth is nothing but a fucking big estate
whe di devil did create
so Ganah just easy back a medz and just a wait
Pon God's timing
wit each step wi get higher
mental hiking
wi old school and brutal
like the damn Vikings
kip a thing pon mi waist fi step inna u face
mi lone sidekick by 2
Humans beings a feast upon dead flesh
nearly 5 months kill and them a talk bout how it fresh
mi sense the common folks nave no common sense
dem weak to all attacks all dem endz dem lack defence
dem like here he goes again with the hardcore lyrics
him nah follow lame trendz
damn right mi a di light
di only renegade who train and learn fi fight
mi like a neuclonic isotope infused with dynamite
words a mi weapon but not by choice
mi woulda choose tools whe coulda slice up fools
till them biggest body parts just the size a couple mice
mi sweeter than sugar and spice but some how mi no nice
it's like mi lose mi chain thoughts
first mi bun the meat eaters then mi talk bout body parts
but that's just the way it loop
how u fi legit and drink fish soup
Ganah massive neva stoop
when a time fi revolution wi go lead out in the coup
No retreat ni surrender wi ago mek it absolute
Pon God's timing
wit each step wi get higher
mental hiking
wi old school and brutal
like the damn vikins
kip a thing pon mi waist fi step inna u face
mi lone side kick by 2
Yo mi swear mi nah go change
mi swear fi stand by every fucking thing mi claim
and every man fi feel some hurt
how man a talk bout food and nah drop seed inna th dirt
mi know some man when underpaid and them still get overworked
mi know some gal whe know fi twerk
mi know some freaky gal who always inna church
mi know some real bad bitch whe have them gun inna dem purse
and wosre
some a search fi soul mate and all now them soul no search
and wosre
It's just God's timeing...*4 (zone out)
Kxng Anima
God's Timing
Necro - Death Rap [Instrumental]
We came, we saw and we co-existed.