Erotic Dance

歌詞

(feat. Blessed, Lindo P & Spidahman) [DAN-E-O] Where does your conscience dwell since the world's gone to hell? Can't imagine how the people who were held hostage felt Time for those songs you tell to be left on the shelf Play like a website bwoy: just calm yourself The twin towers was crumblin', got me steady wonderin' What more will it take for you to stop menial rumblin'? How you gonna answer when the voice of God is thunderin'? "What did you do with what I gave you to stop the sufferin'?" I mean, what's gettin' high? You could be the next to die What's ice when terrorism got the world petrified? What's having the nicest ride when your nation's throwin' bombs? And what's your song when it's part of what's goin' wrong? You see what I'm saying is reality is stashed In the back to allow for the breeding ground for trash You claim you smokin' niggaz but you nuttin' but the ash I hope you're counting includes blessings with your cash! [CHORUS] Give Jah praise, give Jah praises! Give Jah praise cuz true love is amazing! [BLESSED] Love to see the pretty girl dem a jiggle yo Especially when dem a wine and ah wiggle Two a dem a mob Bless, me itch up in a di middle yo Crack a joke and di two a dem a giggle Dem nah go blow no man like flute nor fiddle yo Mouth fresh and it nah stink like pickle Dem a say me big and me nah likkle like a nickel yo Ah say mi good me nah make dem run a trickle [LINDO P] Make di fire blaze, blaze You know say rasta youth, say we no 'fraid, 'fraid Go make this fire, make this fire blaze, blaze You know say rasta youth, say we no 'fraid, 'fraid Hey yo, everywhere mi go, mi hear man talk 'bout dem a shotta Woman wear no clothes, cha, something nah proper Tell me what's the matter, nastiness ah wha dem catch ya Dem ah go feel di rapture put themself in ah disaster Righteousness is what I'm after, check out the master blaster Hair it never braid up and you know that I'm a rasta Nah go nyam di pork, and mi bun out all imposter We could move slow but righteous youth ah move faster [CHORUS x2] [SPIDAHMAN] In the party, kid died in the club Next week, everybody still throwin' they hands up Soundbwoy pack the sound up move the dance to the morgue Let's see which rudebwoy play the wall like he core "Blood pon yuh shoulder!" sleeve lookin' wet Y'all only say it's live when a nigga praising death Youth man, tell your two friends, "cool bred'" Simmer and keep a cool head, we came to party, not to see a fool dead Who said it's easy? Make a nest egg out a goose egg Even in the spotlight, niggaz act like new bread Got a choose, step wise, dude take time, when you do get shine You never gon' get bligh, messin' with them reptiles Yes child, this be the lyrical negro spiritual Off the chain like the slave that got away, here we go [CHORUS x2]