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Dela Move

 

Dela Move


I'm feeling great, now how you feeling?
Really really fine too
I got some songs with many meanings
Read between the lines
Now what this prophecy revealing
When you really pree the signs?
You got to creep before you walk
You got to live before you die

I'm feeling great, now how you feeling?
Really really fine too
I got some songs with many meanings
Read between the lines
Now what this prophecy revealing
Really pree the signs?
Creep before you walk

Me put me city pon the map
Yeh, Dela Splash (splash)
Yeh, Dela Move (move)
Blaze fire hot (yeh)
Barrel full of crab, barrel full of crab
Think dem coulda stop me (no)
Whole a dem shell ago crack when we crawl out the barrel and reach to the top
Whole a dem show ya sell out when me land inna foreign
Me show never flop
Shell down the whole world already
Shell it down again and them calling me back
Who coulda sick fi call me whack?
Share with the whole a me bregin them
50/50 when it drop
Me put me city pon the map

Yeh, Dela Splash
Yeh, Dela Move
Pain pan a shot
Rise up the sumn from out of the drum
Place haffi hot
Me wake up me granny, me tell her nuh run
She ago hear when it a clap, so

Me hail up Chronicle the Senior
A the Junior a chat, ye
A weh them ago do when time dem tune ya a drop
Go tell the baby dem it ready cause the Doula a come
Them think a yesterday, a from me a likkle youth me a chat

Sti-gi-ding-ding-ding

Me nuh play ring ding with reggae music
Gimmie me ring
Man a ital jockey, dilly and dally with any riddim
Nuh gimmie no praise, give Haile Selassie I
HIM a the king
Just gimmie me crown, cause me a him son
Nuh play wid me ting

Don't play with me ting cause man a top musician
Melody a me weapon, lyrics a me ammunition
Is Haile I Selassie send me, we deh pon a mission
Me nuh know how dem ago get the microphone from out of me hand

Jah never give the power to no bald head man
To judge the Rasta man, no time
Jah will never give the power to no bald head man
To judge the Rasta man, no time

No time
No time
For the youth dem

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