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Bad man Zulu de audio recording make de track through Denali or your Audi Are we talking about the same man who used to work the plan and then Hustle it inna de
Wan test me now youth, gone off de end Zulu with de microphone cut you in half, don't me laugh never think a bad man come, unless he's dressed in black, on his back,
Now back to de Whenever Zulu pon de mic and me a deal with de Dem get haunted, fi one
The dem inna de dance, dem just a mash up de place gone crazy, cause dem know
A fi we dancehall just a kill dem around, And just maybe, we grow
To the point where you play than one Reggae sound right, baby It's so
Who..Still I who Got you you can test Lord knows I'm different the rest
Mr. Zulu, 20/20 We deal with the questions, We up de session check me fi de riddim, you get more, The gal dem a striptease right on de floor
Youth gwan like pure crime Me give dem de answer, but me no gangster
Zulu man inna dance, out of you seat, don't make me you again.
Who..Still I who Tellin you I'm no threat? Lord who put dem ideas in head?
Bad man Zulu you test me inna morning, you without a warning, I guess it's me calling All de other youth know the truth de Panamanian fool But dem no shout it dem never doubt it.
Wan me now youth? Forget about it Zulu give de ghosts nightmaresand hairs Right here de game change, you believe it? just keep listening.
Who..Still I who Talk you into your time? Mercy grows the sun don't shine