Run Di Place

They definitely don’t know it
I gotta show them it
Little boy, little boy, come on
Whoooi
After I say run the marathon
They couldn’t run it
Give them the chance to burn down the place
They couldn’t burn it
How they gonna be in competition when they know they’re not fit
Gargamel picks up the whip and all the DJs get sick

They got a lot of assignments and little bit accomplished
Boys all around, not doing any practice
That’s not how you make a tune, that’s not how you find hits
Like the great Callaloo Henry, I’m gonna pick up the whip again
I am the trademaster who teaches apprentices
Ambitious, you don’t work, but in my seat you wanna sit
Mind you, your name gets marked off the Dean's list
Talking pure nonsense, on the mic you just spit
Dirty words and the sight is not hygienic

Stand aside while I demonstrate
How to rock a mic, tear down the place
Rudeboy juckie jam, plenty girls on base
Free education, the lion sets the pace
Plenty in the camp, cool on the face
My thing is my thing, I’m not in a rat race
Lyrics that plenty talk are not up to date
They sell them very cheap for fruitcake
DJ, clean the pattern, grab a broom, hold the rake
Lift up the standard, try to educate the race

Mic check, mic check
A lot of them run out of breath
Where did they come from?
They’re not ready yet
Better look for a 9 to 5
Or you’ll get wrecked
DJ practice, you will become perfect
Wanna reach the top and you make the first step
Listen Buju Banton, make sure this selects