THE RECORDING
Bad man Zulu de audio recording make de bounce through Your Denali or your Are we talking about the same man who used to the game plan and then it inna de weekends?
Wan test me now youth, gone off de end Zulu de microphone cut you in half, don't 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 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 just a kill dem around, And just maybe, we might
To the point where you play than one Reggae sound right, baby It's so
Who..Still I who Got you thinking you can Lord knows I'm from the rest
Mr. Zulu, 20/20 We with the questions, We mash up de session Come me fi de riddim, you get more, The gal dem a striptease right on de dance
Youth gwan like crime monster Me dem de answer, but still me no gangster
Zulu man inna dance, people out of you seat, don't 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 just me All de other youth know the truth bout de Panamanian But dem no shout it dem never doubt it.
Wan me now youth? Forget about it Zulu give de ghosts white hairs Right here de game change, you don't it? Well keep listening.
Who..Still I who you into wasting your time? Mercy grows where the sun shine