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Death To Microwave

by Alkaline







Death To Microwave lyrics with English Translations




[Intro] Yow, anyting reach dem, (Yow, anything that happens to them) Know seh it fall pon you (Know that it falls on you) All di pain, di blame she a put eh pon you (All the pain, the blame she's putting on you) Warn them evil man

[Chorus] Him mada wul har breast an guh dung pan har knee (His mother held her breast and went down on her knee) Bawl to di sky seh "Lord tek him please" (Bawled to the sky and said, "Lord take him please") Find microwave dead inna cane piece (Found microwave dead in cane piece) Diss di wrong man an pick up couple grain piece (Diss the wrong man and picked up couple grain pieces)

[Verse 1] Mi nah send nobady fi ly dung a admission (I'm not sending anyone to lay down at admission) Kill every bumbo-rassclaat opposition (Kill every f**king opposition) Glock 34, 50 round ammunition A di fuss it a squeeze, a body gaan mortician (It's the first time squeezing, a body's gone to the mortician) Bwoy freeze like seh him get a vision (Boy froze like he got a vision) Same suh him dead, yeye open, fly a pitch on (He died the same way, eyes open, flies on it) Gun man a buss anuh fi normal civilian (The gun I'm firing is not for normal civilians) Suh dem a meds wrong if dem think a competition (So they thought wrong if they think it's a competition) Yow Frass

[Hook] All wah gwaan, just dah likkle girl deh mi sorry fah (All that's going on, I'm just sorry for that little girl) Shi alone know di pain (She alone knows the pain) P**syhole run all yuh want but yuh cyaah hide from yuh dutty ways (Motherf**ker run all you want but you can't hide from your dirty ways) People a St. Thomas to di States still a talk bout yuh likkle case (People at St. Thomas to the States are still talking about your little case) Nah talk bout murda case (Not talking about a murder case)

[Chorus] Him mada wul har breast an guh dung pan har knee (His mother hold her breast and go down on her knee) Bawl to di sky seh "Lord tek him please" (Bawled to the sky and said, "Lord take him please") Find microwave dead inna cane piece (Found microwave dead in cane piece) Diss di wrong man an end up affi pay fi it (Diss the wrong man and ended up having to pay for it )

[Verse 2] Yow Flowa Wheel out every ting a squeeze out (Wheel out everything is squeezing out) 30 clip a fyah an yuh duppy a leap out (oosh) (30 clips are firing and your ghost is leaping out) Yuh get a week, coming like yuh weak out (You got a week, it's like you've gotten weak) Couldn't gi di people dem nuttin fi tweet… bout (Couldn't give the people anything to tweet… about) Dem a laughing stock, real joke (They're a laughing stock, real joke) Shot a fyah rapid, microwave a scream out (Shot is firing rapid, microwave is screaming out) Nah stop talk seh yuh freak out (Not stop talking that how you've become a freak) Any step yuh mek jus know yuh head a leak out (Any step you take, just know that your head is leaking out) Oosh, Oosh, Oosh

[Hook] A just deh likkle girl deh mi sorry fah (I'm just sorry for that little girl) Shi alone know di pain (She alone knows the pain) P**syhole run all yuh want but yuh cyaah hide from yuh dutty ways (Motherf**ker run all you want but you can't hide from your dirty ways) People a St. Thomas to di States still a talk bout yuh likkle case (People at St. Thomas to the States are still talking about your little case ) Nah talk bout murda case (Not talking about a murder case)

[Chorus] Him mada wul har breast an guh dung pan har knee (His mother hold her breast and go down on her knee) Bawl to di sky seh "Lord tek him please" (Bawled to the sky and said, "Lord take him please") Find microwave dead inna cane piece (Found microwave dead in cane piece) Diss di wrong man an end up affi pay fi it (Diss the wrong man and ended up having to pay for it )

[Outro] A suh wi deal wid trouble mekka yuh seet (That's how we deal with trouble makers) Likkle public mischief yuh nuh (A little public mischief) Gun shot a beat (Gun shots are firing) Dead cyaah talk (The dead can't talk) P**sy mi gi yuh permission fi use mi ?? (P**y did I give you permission to use my) Dead cyaah talk (The dead can't talk) P**sy yuh dead (P**sy, you're dead) A Vendetta seh queng an heng (Vendetta says kill and hang) Weh dem a talk bout? (What are they talking about) Leggo mi style man (Leave my style alone)















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