Doubadeh doubadeh...
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Ah who da hell yuh think yuh are
I'm not Jah supastar
I'm not drinking di gold wine and smoking cigar
And I don't drive di suitance car
With Jesus mi ah par
I'm just a revolutionary fighting my own war
Ah mi name burn to dust coz I don't hitch pon it
I'm very humble don't yuh ask I just walk with it
Dung inna Jameyka life no pretty mi no ramp with it
White boy ah prove himself to di world and crew, that's fumbling
I left my mother dropping tears just to chase a dream
Mi hit my time, son's empire was in slavery
Di wicked man stole mi life and I identity
So watch yourself and watch your mouth before you're judging mi
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Mi bredda died, he was killed by bandits in di street
Mi father tried to live with and him still ah do it!
At certain points I walk with god associates and wash the shit
And then one day Selaissie come and save mi from di trick
So here I am, di puppet of yur show
The man on stage that sing some stuff that yuh don't know
The clown ah pleased di crowd and can appease his soul
The artist with a funny name, ah fun it grow
The profit fi come to give to yur culcha and di money that yuh earn
The idiot boy go likkle bit in return
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I had a gun right on my face and I was scared to die
I sex so many girls so mi did ah tell nuff lie
I was alcoholic and depressed one day I'll tell yuh why
So just for now wi leave it so so please just give mi a bly
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Lyrics submitted by huge.