THE AUDIO
Bad man Zulu de audio recording de track bounce through Your Denali or Audi Are we talking about the same man who used to the game plan and then Hustle it inna de
Wan me now youth, gone off de deep end Zulu de microphone cut you in half, don't make me laugh People never think a bad man come, unless dressed in black, on his back,
Now to de track Whenever Zulu pon de mic and me a deal de case Dem get haunted, fi one
The dem inna de dance, dem just a mash up de place Them gone crazy, cause dem
A fi we dancehall riddim a kill dem around, And just maybe, we might
To the where you play more than one Reggae sound That's right, like so
Who..Still I who Got you thinking you can Lord knows I'm different the rest
Mr. Zulu, 20/20 We deal the questions, We mash up de session check me fi de riddim, you get more, The gal dem a striptease on de dance floor
Youth gwan like crime monster Me give dem de answer, but still me no
Zulu man inna dance, out of you seat, don't make me you again.
Who..Still I who you that I'm no threat? Lord who put dem ideas in head?
Bad man Zulu you test me inna morning, you dead a warning, I guess it's just me All de other know the truth bout de Panamanian fool But dem no shout it Still dem never it.
Wan me now youth? Forget about it give de ghosts nightmaresand white hairs here de game change, you don't believe it? Well just listening.
Who..Still I who Talk you into wasting time? grows where the sun don't shine