TSKMN (feat. Bounty Killer, Buju Banton, Capleton, Sizzla & Skillibeng)

Blessed is the man who doesn't walk (na-na)
In the company of the wicked (you see)
Nor stand in the path of sinners (yeah man, from the eastside, brrrp)
Great is Jah (judgment yard)
And greatly to be praised (we the best music)
In the city of our Jah, in the mountain of His holiness (yeah, man, top ranking)
Sizzla
Another one, DJ Khaled (you see)

Alien badness, I stay with a 'matic
And don’t mess with the badness, don’t play with Khaled
Never believed in us, God did (God did), that’s why we roll with chopsticks
Something long like a mop stick, shooters don’t need no practice
Expert shooter, the Mavericks
With the broom, they’re bandits
Fire don’t miss
We got the chalice to keep
Give those boys a nappy
Like babies, God sees
All the weight falls down on me, heavy weight
DJ Khaled drops the beat and I kill the beat
I can throw lyrics
Yeah, eastside is in the lead
We don’t doubt, it’s an expensive feature
So, I should check, the boy smiles, and then thinks of me later
Those boys play harder for your paper
I do my crime so neat
Eastside doesn’t fear the investigator
Know my roots like cultivation
I love Jamaica, I puff my grades and stack the paper
Bines will shoot your face and need a calculator
We’re born for danger, eastside gets the cash for repatriation
Eastside rules from God’s creation with bad behavior
Somebody go tell me teacher said it’s wrong to say that
School’s Illuminati, I love my fucking occupation

Yeah
Oh, yeah, oh (brp)

These streets know my name, yeah (murder)
These legs know my pain (more fire, yeah, ah)
Hoii, burn fire to feel disappointed and shame
More education and more wealth, now
They want to help now, they want to help now
And you gotta know how to get in your (you wanna tell them something?)

Once they sell out, we’re not gonna befriend them
I say anytime you’re ready, just send them up
And let me burn them up, and burn them up and end them
Babylon says independent and then hangs them up (yeah)
Modern slavery, that’s what hangs them up
Buju Banton, Sizzla, and Khaled aren’t gonna befriend them
Killer cross, Skillibeng has to pen them up
We fire, that’s to burn them, alright
When you see the nation (but we tell them), no violation (so we tell them)
Tell them liberation (now we tell them), tell them reparation (hoi)
When you see Jah nation (but we tell them), no segregation (so we tell them)
Hope and aspiration (now we tell them) gotta burn up Satan
What are they waiting for?

These streets know my name, yeah (murder)
These legs know my pain (more fire, yeah ah)
Hoii, burn fire to feel disappointed and shame
Celestial meditation when the kush touches the flame
Boy, you gotta put respect on our name
Or the scopes will aim

Well, clip a race, they’re running it and the killer makes the hammer clap
The banger we use, line them up, it’s not a scammer chop
The bomb drops, a rob, attack, the don chops
Legendary status, rich badness, back on that
They should know, I watch a Patek and my chain blinds their eyes
And girls brace it, and send it back like a reply
They think they can run in this, snot-nosed between their eyes
Skilli' rolls up with a hundred dirt bikes
We roll up in these rides, Louis V slides
Chain bright like a streetlight, how you feel?
Extra clip we carry has thirty in it
You don’t want eastside, bust your head in three sides
Tell them it’s one ground, God doesn’t fail, it’s not random
Fat bust head like a condom, blood leaks out on their plot
They know it’s different for firemen and the one in the tunic
Ask the street 'cause we’ve been bad
[Chorus: Buju Banton, Sizzla & Capleton]
These streets know my name, yeah (Selassie I)
These legs know my pain (more fire, yeah ah)
Hoii, burn fire to feel disappointed and shame
More, more flames (Sizzla)
But what do they take you for?
More fire, more, more, more flames

Respect goes a long way, not halfway
We be at this all day
Never gonna get me giving up, we’re going all the way
The ups and the downs, yeah, the cuts and the bruises, uh
The system’s messing up, yeah, but what we all gotta choose
And it ain’t getting no better, if you sit back, you lose, uh
My brothers and sisters all over the news (hey)
That’s what we do, yeah, we burn out corruption (hey)
And big up your group, tell them watch how we function (hey)
What’s next to do when you reach out to junction? (hey)
A mother’s slammed giving up a conduction
Heads up, heads high
The limit is the sky
Heads up, heads high
The limit is the sky (whew)
Catch them, do the damage, get the package, I’m out
Getting the money, that’s what they hate I’m about

These streets know my name, yeah (murder)
These legs know my pain (more fire, yeah ah)
Burn fire to feel disappointed and shame
They didn’t believe in us, Jamaica did

Fire, hoii