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None of them are badman!
They talk bullshit!
They say they shine, that they have pure swagga swagga
I see a lot of chatty chatty and little dagga dagga
Don't tell me the Tarantino story, I know the saga
Nobody swallows all that bullshit!

I'm going to shine until I burn or go blind
If the movement grows but I don't see a successor
No, I don't rise, I don't see what I don't believe,
I don't see you doing anything for this, not lifting a damn finger, just ego.
I always give myself to the damn dancehall
I fight with anyone who messes around like in the damn playground
I just count and say what you already see,
I'm going to define it for you in one, two, and three
I tell you that
One, because I work hard but you don't
I say two, if I have no words for God
And I say three, because you talk a lot but see little
And I say stop! I fight for the top
And I say badbwoy professional
My lyrics are not personal, I don't sing to impress
Don't come to reflect, or mention
I don't say any of this with bad intentions
And send all bad vibes to evacuate
And they blast the volume in the car and at every party
All the badmen, all the gals, and the Rastafarians
This is not pop stuff, Gabinete Caligari style
The fire boy comes to finish it off and
I don't know why so many who keep trying
to reach the top only dedicate themselves to blowing up
I don't know why so many gals hungry for fame
become plastic girls or the biggest whores around

Look if you don't see it, always talking too much
And in the end what you believe are just things you'll never know
Hey bway
In the end what we know is that we must shine and all the
hatred, my love, cannot defeat us

I break the rhythm, you just turn the button on
Daddy puts on the pressure, you just feel the vibration
Move it until you run out of breath
Put all the shit somewhere else, no worries
Pay a little attention and put your heart into it
And less musical garbage talking about guns
Musically my mission is not competition
But if you want a blast rattattattatatatatam
I come with clear ideas and a strong head
Bad looks brought doubts
And if for so many deep wounds, no, we have no cure
No matter how many stitches we give
And if in life you don't mature and live off others'
you'll soon lose your sanity
I don't say anything crazy and I fight like Daddy Cobra
And this team for this culture

Look if you don't see it, always talking too much
And in the end what you believe are just things you'll never know
Hey bway
In the end what we know is that we must shine and all
the hatred, my love, cannot defeat us

And respect the fyah
The moment arrives but they never put it in
And in the man to man I don't see anyone ever challenging me
I follow my path and let them screw up the bad way
I don't see them representing me
And if they are professionals, let them show up
I don't attack anyone, I don't buy and no one sells me
And whoever feels the dancehall understands all this
Nooo
Tell that bway, tell him that I've figured him out, okay?
You can't do sloppy work with bad manners
Go on, because again the people on the street know it's worth it!
I don't sell anyone wholesale, okay? not even scraps!
Tell him I eliminate stress in one, one, two, and three
And you don't know how I do magic that you hear but don't see
I break the rhythm from your head to your damn feet
I record it drunk on rum and you still don't believe it

Look if you don't see it, always talking too much
And in the end what you believe are just things you'll never know
Hey bway
In the end what we know is that we must shine and all
the hatred, my love, cannot defeat us

The fyahbwoy again I say
Cobra team riddim
Yes, my lion
It's the fire boy