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letra de bait (jahmiel diss) - tommy lee sparta

[intro]
wanna be great man, not a brave man
shot me a send when some bwoy a send shades
and the dutty dread dem a boots up a waste man
the r-ss waan beef, swear him was a vegetarian
haffi get a five feet coffin and a grave an’
putty ‘pon face, dem shot yah no graze man
certain things no taste a my place an’
pull up ‘pon your block, handbrake an’

[verse 1]
jump out, shot a fly through face
blue steel gunshot a slice blue face
chihuahua chew ramona like food scarce
badman no tolerate baboon ways
fairly tale badman with cartoon ways, haha
me cyaan meds you, you war too lame
watch your head back cah you cyaan too safe
anyweh me see you, me a send cross two grains
a gun a grip, a gun a grip
an’ me nah fi send fi me gun, me done have it
man a murderer, me no waan no body cover me
cah anyweh me see enemy, me done a clip
only crime some bwoy ever do a bun a spliff
sparta a go murder dem fi the fun of it
is a stripe dem a look, see say dem a n0body
not even jps out power me

[chorus]
the bwoy dem ‘fraid fi war me demself
and send a likkle kid inna war fi dead
cah dem know dem a coward, dem no brave, dem no bad
dem a liar than parliament
me see say dem a bait, dem a bait, dem a bait, dem a bait
dem a bait, dem want him dead
see say dem a boost him, a boost him
a boost him, a boost him, a boost him
fi me shot off him head

[verse 2]
send a bad gyal fi go tag him and track him
tell him say she love him, brain wash him and trap him
put the strapping ‘pon rapid skull cracking, locks dropping
everybody a go say a tommy lee shot him, hmph
is a brand new bush master attack him
you youth jus’ born and haffi go face famine
poor thing no know ’bout badness, what a sin
say you a millionaire, why you live inna cabin?
lef’ your family fi go do funeral planning
#riplikklejahmi hashtagging
me deh ‘pon me block celebrating. bragging
hennessy and cranberry, aye k!lly what you having?
boy contacts drop out when me tune the nozzle ‘pon him
when me squeeze the trigger marrow splashing and dashing
you ‘par with the enemy me murder you like-a him
a real, real, real body bagging a no chatting

[verse 3]
if a war, tommy never fear never
badness no fit you youth ,wear dem lead yah
you hide out inna two dead man shedda
a dem boast you fi dead a bare pressure
a the crutchie k!ll the gully, the beretta k!ll detta
people say tommy is a trouble maker
real trigger presser a go war dem whenever, hmm
soul reaper, the soul taker
a gun a grip, a gun a grip…
an’ me nah fi send fi me gun, me done have it
man a murder me no waan no body cover me
cah anyweh me see me enemy, me done a clip
only crime some bwoy ever do a bun a spliff
sparta a go murder dem fi the fun of it
is a stripe dem a look, see say dem a n0body
not even jps out power me

- tommy lee sparta

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