Chess Game

Black Jacky and Toro production. Medicinal electro. Cloud out. Chronie. So I be saying. Fifty caliber we bore you. And when you inna bulletproof that can't save you. Don't violate and borrow. DJ Z we floor you on the whole. From Kingston straight to Moscow. We got no gun safe. Fidel Castro. Push it inna Charlie like no cabasho. Let Chuck them a wonder we bad so. Yeah. World in a mess. People in stress. It's the game of chess for those who careless. Police is searching. Them a like to torch it. Them a really want but them can't catch it. We ever strap with the AK. Violate and you will get slay. Jamaican's we no play. Me say we have it every day. March out pon them inna me Timberland boot. Well decked out inna me camouflage suit. It's a one soldier, one of our saloon. General fi the army, them a new recruit. Yeah, me alone bar, me no walk in a Tune. Just like a camera, me ever ready fi Shoot. So try violate Russian Federation. Me say you no get through. Medicinal electro. Your helicopter will break. Nothing to take. Don't even wait. Music is the weapon we make. Eye on eye. Jah Rastafari. Sing, red eye. You no, don't fuck with me boy, Sing. I came to chill bill. And maybe make a deal. So let me roll a spliff. Light up what you build. Ganja don't kill, makes you concentrate. And sometime you'll see who manipulate. All the things that around you. All the people you knew. But you can't end. Also what you can't do. Who's gonna fight for truth? Who's gonna hide the truth? Illuminating over your roof. Fence clasp, pull it through. We wide stitch the youth. Yo, how to distinguish the lie from the truth, Man? It's not hard. Clues are all around. Let the sound be your guide to the underground. Sing. We ever strap with the AK. Violate and you will get slay. Jamaican's we no play. Me say we have it every day. World in a mess. People in stress. It's the game of chess for those who careless. Police is searching. Them a like to torch it. Them a really want but them can't catch it. Original Rastafari. Straight up from Moscow city, baby. Yeah man. Special milk jam down you see. And that Chronie. I'm ready to crush them like a tsunami. Righteousness.