Jamaica
Eesah Lyrics

Yow Maki-B
Yow, bredda, wha gwaan?
Link Council and tell dem seh we ah forward
Yeah, man, yu dun know

Eh
Mmm
We going hard again
Tink seh ah foreign but ah yard again
Pon Babylon mi seh we nah depend
Stay real to mi bredda 'cau mi nah nuh friend

In the Streets of Jamaica, uh huh
Where di tugs dem nuh cater, oh Lord
In the Streets of Jamaica, uh huh
Where di tugs dem nuh cater, oh Lord

(Check)
(Yow Yow)
I'm known for the bars and the crazy flows (Steez)
Bumrush shows, hijack the radio (Uh huh)
You never heard of me, I bet your lady know (ha ha)
Par wid us, we always blazing dro
Soldiers from Cuba, tings from Haiti though (What)
On the highway to Mobay, we don't pay the toll (Nope)
My word worth its weight in gold
Rap apostle with the gospel that will save your soul (Hallelujah)
The streets is hostile, the Chiney K will blow (Blow)
Leaders getting rich while the people staying po' (Jah know)
I'm laying low at Maven or Haining Road
I don't move for anybody unless they saying dough (Moula)
Kingston city taught me ways and codes
Land of wood and water, try to stay afloat (JA)
High grade we smoke, looking for the rays of hope
It's still f the police and slay the pope (Yeah)

In the Streets of Jamaica, uh huh
Where di tugs dem nuh cater, oh Lord
In the Streets of Jamaica, uh huh
Where di tugs dem nuh cater, oh Lord

The boss go rise back and in a top form
Man a don inna the streets and every platform
nah go hear nuh lippin from di critics
So stop gwaan
Real shella like bobby skeng
Mi a di top mon
ram stageshow and mi pack lawn
Girl dem seh dem love me style
Clarke's pon mi feet
An di cologne Whe me dash on
Outside we deh
Man Unruly like Popcaan
Crocs nuh inna chattings
Yes dem all bout di action

Dis a fi di youths
Whe Nah go hitch up inna fish farm
Nah go sell you soul up inna babylon
Jus Fi get a fraction
Dis a fi di people
dirty wata get splash pon
Pick dem self up
still stand firm pon di asphalt
When food inna di street
politician wah fi ration
all 30 years now
Bungo still a push di grass cart
True dem neva know
jah put the world Ina di ras palm
From ah god ina you heart
Den you life it ago transform

In the Streets of Jamaica, uh huh
Where di tugs dem nuh cater, oh Lord
In the Streets of Jamaica, uh huh
Where di tugs dem nuh cater, oh Lord

Yow, uhh
Yow
Blocks burning, cops swerving
Guns bursting, incursions, the clocks turning (Tick tick tick)
The dollar worsen, we want pound sterling (We want it)
Uptown pretty, opportunity discerning (Uh)
The youths not learning (Nah), bigger heads not concerning
Dem can’t stop splurging the funds
I stand firm and, watch how mi stocks earning
Yard ah mi place but a place mi couldn’t earn in (I couldn't)
It hurting, I’m yearning to come back to the place
Wha mi did learn in (right), exterminate all vermin
Before it get outta hand, we all start purging
Police extorting the dance when we have permit
It not worth it, anytime yu waa burst it
Yu lock curtains pon a hearse with dead persons (Lock down)
I ain’t tryin to preach like this a sermon
But our wounds need nursing, outside of churches

It ain't no fashion night if the six pants strike
Have couple Adidas, nuh ask if dat stripe
Each shoe got extended laces, fight for supremacy
Over the white like we met with racists (Uh huh)
Planet of the apes that was kept in cages
Banana clips in crates, sent from agents (Whoo)
Couple speng shells disrespect the pavement
Bredda, we chat truth when we step on stages (Right)
Event creation preventing the ventilation (Uh huh)
Gasping for air, drop a smash every year
Fracture your ego just like a glass chandelier (Yeah)
Bombs on the roof, show your ceiling the truth
Use economic crisis mostly for teaching the youth (Uh huh)
Either feast or famine if the season improve (Right)
These are the roots for the visa pursuit (Uh huh)
Foreign exchange 'til you par in a Range
But you don't really need a car to be a star in your lane (Nah)
You don't need Kalashnikovs to start a war in Ukraine (Nah)
Propaganda put the scar in your brain
So, now, you probably won't be arming your army the same
Depthy (woo), every time I dead with laugh that resurrect me
So I stay petty like Joe Pesci and flow freshly (Right)
Snipe like Wesley, Nino Brown
All these vampires getting chemo now

In the Streets of Jamaica, uh huh
Where di tugs dem nuh cater, oh Lord




In the Streets of Jamaica, uh huh
Where di tugs dem nuh cater, oh Lord