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JURA (CONNECT), RASTA & ZLI TONI - SEX MANIJAK

A song about friendship, Me and mi bredda bredda Nitro are always out being too curious and laughing at the outcome. Hope you enjoy, Love & Respect

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"Pope mi bredda! You bring di papers?"
"Nitro… I brought tacos… and 3 ounces in my sock."
“HIGH GRADE BROS TO DI WORLD!”

Me and mi bredda bredda pon a mission,
Buy up di weed like we got a prescription,
Him seh, “Let’s bake brownies,” mi seh “Cool,”
But him bake 12 and nyam 10 like a fool.
Now him stuck inna hammock talkin’ to goat,
Mi laugh so hard, mi nearly choke.
He call 911 seh he seeing star sign,
Dem ask him name—him seh “Bob Marley, online.”

We di High Grade Bros, yeah we blaze and laugh,
From Negril sands to the Cali path.
One love, two lighters, three spliffs high,
Up in di clouds where only eagles fly.
High grade mischief, no shame in we game,
Jamaican and Yankee—but we blaze di same!

Drive-through customs with a ganja stash,
Mi seh act cool, him start speakin’ fake patwa fast.
Officer look and seh, “What you sayin’, boss?”
Him seh, “Wah gwan mi bredren, mi just passin’ gas.”
Dem pull we over, mi nearly faint,
Dog start sniff, but it’s curry taint.
Turn out it’s fine, dem just hungry bad,
So we gift dem jerk chicken and they call it a ‘pass’.

We di High Grade Bros, yeah we blaze and laugh,
From airport stress to di backyard bath.
One love, two lighters, three spliffs high,
Higher than drone pon government spy.
No fear, just cheer, inna haze of flame,
Jamaican and Yankee—but we blaze di same!

Split the stash inna flip-flop sole,
Drop a nug inna soup bowl.
Laugh till mi tears overflow,
Him try roll one—burn down him fro!
(Wheel it back, selecta!)

Him seh "Let’s grow some inna backyard scene,"
Plant it right next to mi Granny’s callaloo green.
Now Granny boiling tea from the wrong pot,
Said “Why mi feel irie? This taste hot!”
We apologize, now she blaze every night,
Tell story 'bout Marcus Garvey in flight.
Even mi pastor waan try a draw,
Mi seh “Nah man, yuh stick to Psalms, mi star!”

We di High Grade Bros, nah care bout fame,
From Jamaica beach to Portland Maine.
One love, two lighters, three spliffs high,
Lifted like drone weh nuh need no sky.
Ganja warriors, comedy team,
Laugh ‘til we cry like we livin' a dream.
High Grade Bros, big up di name,
Jamaican and Yankee—but we blaze di same!

American remind me what we were doing again?
Mi nuh know star... but mi know mi munchies dem serious.
High grade forever!

Pope & Nitro, High Grade Bros

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molly on my dinner plate

always making moves like im in the way 
160 lbs made middle weight 
give a dog a bone molly on my dinnerplate 
dont like my exterior time to renovate 

listen to my message gotta lotta say 
if i dont eat my meal do i have to pray 
if i tell one story i reiterate 
sorry if i lied you know i just like to play 

nother hunnid dollar bill with a blue face 
i dont like to cry but i do bae 
and i do it while listen to duvet 
wish i could sleep like a roofie 

she throw it too fast need a water break
and he prolly still mad i fucked his prom date
that was back 4 years had to check the date
man that shit was crazy had to think and ruminate
had to make this beat and make em levitate
everyday stay winning had to celebrate
pockets overweight
pockets never late

always making moves like im in the way 
160 lbs made middle weight 
give a dog a bone molly on my dinnerplate 
dont like my exterior time to renovate 

listen to my message gotta lotta say 
if i dont eat my meal do i have to pray 
if i tell one story i reiterate 
sorry if i lied you know i just like to play 

nother hunnid dollar bill with a blue face 
i dont like to cry but i do bae 
and i do it while listen to duvet 
wish i could sleep like a roofie 

bitch you aint shit if you not standing here next to me
got some more clicks got me feeling like its ecstacy
carry out a legacy bitch you aint heard of me
when i made the beat kenny murdered it to the third degree

summer time yea it was you and me 
now im stuck in the trap sippin hennesy 
cant fuck with a bitch that lack empathy
cant fuck with a slut that would ruin me

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Produced by ANTYDE
Vocal performance, arrangement, and mixing by TESSA
Additional production elements and creative edits by TESSA

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