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Soundboy Killa

 

Soundboy Killa

(album: Circles - 2018)


Same mic, new stage
I and I was born to rage
And there might be another dead boy pon page
These copy cats come to steal me cup, dem ain't real enough
Another big tune, wheel it up
Sonny Dread number one champion
Cause you know I breaks it down in a style & fashion
So keep it moshing cause I'm coming for your neck
And every mon hit the deck when you hear me sound check

Y'all got what you want, now there's no one to blame
Y'all better act like you know I'm sick and tired of playing
Y'all know the name
I'ma put it on a bullet and put it in your brain

DJ Selecta, soundboy killa
I'm fully loaded on this microphone
One shot to the dome
I sit back in the cut and watch your mind get blown
DJ Selecta, soundboy killa
I'm fully loaded on this microphone
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Bang bang
I see the sound ricochet
From the front to the back
And silence their brain waves
No more originals, everybody's selling out
The disco panicked and batty boy start falling out
Some of demma ask where me get it from
My heart beats to the drop of the bass and kick drum
It's a redrum outcome slamming on the dance floor
We give you what you need, not what everybody asked for

Y'all got what you want, now there's no one to blame
Y'all better act like you know I'm sick and tired of playing
Y'all know the name
I'ma put it on a bullet and put it in your brain

DJ Selecta, soundboy killa
I'm fully loaded on this microphone
One shot to the dome
I sit back in the cut and watch your mind get blown
DJ Selecta, soundboy killa
I'm fully loaded on this microphone
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A lot of soundboy get murdered tonight
A lot of rude boy a come juts to fight
Hey Mr. DJ it's getting hotter
And this dance hall is under fire

Somebody ring the alarm because the sound is dying
Kill the alarm because the sound is dead
And when I was a youth me used to reason with the dready
He knew that I was ready
So this is what he said
Me a rude and me do rude boy tings
And one of these days you'll know exactly what I mean
So gwan, take dis mic and lick shots upon deh scene
Don't forget natty dread give 'em agony, agony
So I was raised inna dub resurrection
One love connection
Whole new dimension
Y'all know me, a don dada in this game
I do what I do so you remember the name
I just put it on a bullet and put it through your brain

DJ Selecta, soundboy killa
I'm fully loaded on this microphone
One shot to the dome
I sit back in the cut and watch your mind get blown
DJ Selecta, soundboy killa
I'm fully loaded on this microphone
Composition of words, lyrics, hollow point tips
DJ Selecta, soundboy killa
I'm fully loaded on this microphone
One shot to the dome
I sit back in the cut and watch your mind get blown
DJ Selecta, soundboy killa
I'm fully loaded on this microphone
Composition of words, lyrics, hollow point tips
Unload the clip

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