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THE RECORDING

Bad man Zulu de audio recording make de bounce through
Your or your Audi
Are we about the same man who used to work the game plan and then
Hustle it de weekends?

Wan me now youth, gone off de deep end
Zulu with de microphone cut you in half, make me laugh
People never 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 riddim a kill dem around,
And just maybe, we grow

To the point where you more than one Reggae sound
That's right,
like so

Who..Still I who
Got you you can test
Lord knows I'm different the rest

Mr. Zulu, Perception
We deal with the questions, We up de session
check me fi de riddim, you get more,
The gal dem a striptease on de dance floor

Youth gwan pure crime monster
Me give dem de answer, but still me no

Zulu man inna dance, people out of you seat, make me
you again.

Who..Still I who
Tellin you I'm no threat?
Lord who put dem in your head?

Bad man Zulu you me inna morning, you dead without a warning,
I guess it's me calling
All de other youth know the truth bout de Panamanian
But dem no shout it Still dem never it.

Wan test me now
Forget about it Zulu give de ghosts nightmaresand white
Right here de game change, you don't it?
Well just listening.

Who..Still I who
Talk you into your time?
Mercy grows the sun don't shine