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Deadline lyrics with English Translations
See the f**ker dem...
Yo, dem vex true since me arrival
Me have the fans dem hands a wave like title
Dem fi know say a music drugs and guns a me only survival
Wha' mek dem vex!?!
True... me say Addi a me daddy Me proud 'cause a badman a my dad, fi that I glad Rise up my mag from my lab, dem die bad You a no real gangster, you a try bad You have battyman, bredda, you soon try fag A bowas 'pon face like p**sy you a try pad Kill your no more terrible than lance with the high trod Me writers credit fi from dem diss, dem try rob Bus me gun blood run Like when gyal cum 'pon skatta tongue, head bruk like akkalum Inna duppy dem the mack a tun Blood run like to the cheese when the rat a run Body bun smell worse than when rice pot a bun Fill your head tuff than cornmeal weh hunk adi chef shatta tun Shot-to-you-head-is-to-hell when the copper come 45 shot clap-out, breeze kaka son Rise rifle telescope (wow) snipe that a gun When me snipe side outside tripe drop a ground Try dive drop a ground Expect the white car is a bike that a cum, red light glock a come Dem have lot a gun, nobody fi press it up Buss the slugback barrel 'pon the speshy bruk Dem face me mess it up Trod with the ras from east, weh you do? Shoot up him chest erupt We no fear bwoy with screw face ugly cut When my gun big up, gunshot nah deduct Gunshot swell him up, like when Hulk big up Mek blood run look like bulk syrup
Me never call him name 'bout busy dead a sting The people dem say boo (boooo) instead a fling F**k up him cheddar swing, that mek him head a spin Him future look cloudy like bad weathering Anedda thing A sting when me say suck your mumma A no to me fans dem weh nuff like a match weh Sepp Blatter line up A the eight battybwoy dem weh scatta line up, dem the Glock a bine up Me spit lot a rhyme up, cuss bad word 'round the stage bare cop a line up Dem say mr proper way, mr proper time up Weh the f**k do dem?!? Scatta time up (why?) Under dress dem dine up, digest vagina Tek 'way meself, so my flex no spoil up A jus' strat-don, I vex say sign up
Me no buy crash van me that haffi crash from Boom up like gas 'pon dump inna the trash can Head blood splash from when gunshot dash from Size ten MAC-10 level to the rass hand A who send man fi go page craig roberts? Dem fearing fi the big gun weh Craig a burst Lef' head a earth, mek blood red a dirt Like code red dem a bawl red alert Me nah trace, gunshot draw out them tongue Like when a shoes waan lace, no A no Beenie and Bounty war handgun Shotgun 12 gauge, pumpy war Dem badmind, true the gyal dem love me and waan give it up So me future dem well waan frig it up Use gunshot swell head and big it up Hey!
Informer haunted Tell kingfish lie say me a par with bare man weh wanted Say me get new gun, wharf me get eight off a With the new gunshot weh mek bone break faster It clap up, head crack up, like cake saucer Man that tek face off a, it skin scrape off a Can't bait me like fish inna the lake water Strap with me gun a night time me a the late walker Gun weh me buss mek me shake like a break dancer Lef' dem ends clean like a lawn weh the rake slaughter Shot buck like bulls with the great harper Anytime me shoot it like Spurs number 8, Parker
Hablo! Load up the 'K faster, 'K faster, spray faster Buck the him betray after Me and him a trod street we come straight off a Yet still him switch, listen me Hear 'cause wha' Mek buck the switch true money, Cordell a make faster Dem come in like battyman catholic gay pastor From you me no waan no pay master A no the Pitbull mek you see beware a me yard A the thing weh clap any man near a me yard You inna the van weh appear a the morgue Me no fire sky shot, me no try that
Cah, only man me fear a the Lord The gun weh me hand go bring long like mango limb Change the colouring 'pon your skin Body buss up when the bomb go fling Dem weak the gyal like is a Samson thing With me and dem a straight gun shot thing No more clash thing, no more song no sing No
True... me say Addi a me daddy Me proud 'cause a badman a my dad, fi that I glad Rise up my mag from my lab, dem die bad You a no real gangster, you a try bad You have battyman, bredda, you soon try fag A bowas 'pon face like p**sy you a try pad Kill your no more terrible than lance with the high trod Me writers credit fi from dem diss, dem try rob Bus me gun blood run Like when gyal cum 'pon skatta tongue, head bruk like akkalum Inna duppy dem the mack a tun Blood run like to the cheese when the rat a run Body bun smell worse than when rice pot a bun Fill your head tuff than cornmeal weh hunk adi chef shatta tun Shot-to-you-head-is-to-hell when the copper come 45 shot clap-out, breeze kaka son Rise rifle telescope (wow) snipe that a gun When me snipe side outside tripe drop a ground Try dive drop a ground Expect the white car is a bike that a cum, red light glock a come Dem have lot a gun, nobody fi press it up Buss the slugback barrel 'pon the speshy bruk Dem face me mess it up Trod with the ras from east, weh you do? Shoot up him chest erupt We no fear bwoy with screw face ugly cut When my gun big up, gunshot nah deduct Gunshot swell him up, like when Hulk big up Mek blood run look like bulk syrup
Me never call him name 'bout busy dead a sting The people dem say boo (boooo) instead a fling F**k up him cheddar swing, that mek him head a spin Him future look cloudy like bad weathering Anedda thing A sting when me say suck your mumma A no to me fans dem weh nuff like a match weh Sepp Blatter line up A the eight battybwoy dem weh scatta line up, dem the Glock a bine up Me spit lot a rhyme up, cuss bad word 'round the stage bare cop a line up Dem say mr proper way, mr proper time up Weh the f**k do dem?!? Scatta time up (why?) Under dress dem dine up, digest vagina Tek 'way meself, so my flex no spoil up A jus' strat-don, I vex say sign up
Me no buy crash van me that haffi crash from Boom up like gas 'pon dump inna the trash can Head blood splash from when gunshot dash from Size ten MAC-10 level to the rass hand A who send man fi go page craig roberts? Dem fearing fi the big gun weh Craig a burst Lef' head a earth, mek blood red a dirt Like code red dem a bawl red alert Me nah trace, gunshot draw out them tongue Like when a shoes waan lace, no A no Beenie and Bounty war handgun Shotgun 12 gauge, pumpy war Dem badmind, true the gyal dem love me and waan give it up So me future dem well waan frig it up Use gunshot swell head and big it up Hey!
Informer haunted Tell kingfish lie say me a par with bare man weh wanted Say me get new gun, wharf me get eight off a With the new gunshot weh mek bone break faster It clap up, head crack up, like cake saucer Man that tek face off a, it skin scrape off a Can't bait me like fish inna the lake water Strap with me gun a night time me a the late walker Gun weh me buss mek me shake like a break dancer Lef' dem ends clean like a lawn weh the rake slaughter Shot buck like bulls with the great harper Anytime me shoot it like Spurs number 8, Parker
Hablo! Load up the 'K faster, 'K faster, spray faster Buck the him betray after Me and him a trod street we come straight off a Yet still him switch, listen me Hear 'cause wha' Mek buck the switch true money, Cordell a make faster Dem come in like battyman catholic gay pastor From you me no waan no pay master A no the Pitbull mek you see beware a me yard A the thing weh clap any man near a me yard You inna the van weh appear a the morgue Me no fire sky shot, me no try that
Cah, only man me fear a the Lord The gun weh me hand go bring long like mango limb Change the colouring 'pon your skin Body buss up when the bomb go fling Dem weak the gyal like is a Samson thing With me and dem a straight gun shot thing No more clash thing, no more song no sing No
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