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Sizzla - Sweet To My Brain

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Chronixx - Iyah Walk

Got me, got me bad, mashing up my meds

No lie, I say the moment is right
I hoping you let me know tonight so that I
Can put in the overtime
I found someone for I, Fari, no lie
I say the moment is right
I hoping you let me know tonight so that I
Can put in the overtime, can put in the overtime

‘Cause she no impressed by the vanity
And all that it brings
Diamond clusters and all o’ the bling
Let us get away, I’ll give you all o’ the things
You’re my precious like in ‘Lord of the Rings’
And I’ll put the necessary ring pon you finger
To the right of you pinky deh
Pon you left hand
You know the wedding band, get a bridesmaid
Get a perfect wedding dress in your size made

Eyes on eyes, I eyes the prize beside me
Side by side in the ride we ride
Chick weh ride or die a play from the iPod I
LOX tune, me girl grow locks too
She on track with me tracks too, take me out of bad mood
Crush it up and roll Backwood
Intelligence she got too
Spirituality intact too, so you know I had to

And now she pretty in pink with a witty instinct
As I roll through the city of Kingston
A talk me a talk the truth, car tint so them can’t see who
And she wink as the stink hit the lids of her eyes while she staring
At me steering, hit clutch, shift gear in
No I lying, no clutch, tiptronic as the whip
Skip thru every room in the traffic

Overtime

Written by: O. Ollivierre &amp; D. Bookman

Caught up on the wrong side of the law
Got caught, got caught, got caught
Caught up on the wrong side of the law


I got caught on the wrong side of the law
Say they charging me for marijuana
Like I don’t need to reach home ‘til tomorrow’s
Sun goes up
Actually they the wrong side of the law
Can’t be charging me for marijuana
Like I don’t need to reach home till tomorrow’s
Sun goes up



Sometimes the dragon and the beast
Manifests itself inna the form of the police
Spot check deh pon the streets, “out the car,”
A so dem greet me
“Pass the Rasta colour bag deh make we see it deh.”
Me make them know say the ragga ragga hair match the Macka wah
appear
In the back of wah me steering
No, a no even no weight, a hundred dollar worth
But the chalice in the bag did make the matter worse
Them say “book him... felony possession.”
What kind o’ law this?
Hold on, no Yard this?
Dem gimme court date just fi frustrate me
That amuse me, mi say “make sure is a Tuesday...”



“...’Cause I’m busy on Wednesday morning. Thursday morning too.”
Plus a Good Friday, that mean if dem hold I fi the weekend
All ‘til Monday night me a sleep in deh
Then Dutty pree to me it come in like a resurrection
So me switch the rhetoric in another direction
Me never know the officer name, #11747 a the number wah them give
him
Tell me fi sign and go pon me way
Inspector walk in like him have sup’n fi say
Him say “you want back you weed?”
Then I say no but truthfully I think my chalice is due to me



Him kiss him teeth and run me out o’ the station
Mi walk out a feel a different elation, no
Jubilation is the word that I mean
Because him think him achieve
Think say that grieve me
Go back in the car, you know what greet me
The one pound under the seat beneath me, believe me
Him think him catch me off guard the whole night
Him never know Diggy en garde! Sword fight
‘Cause I will give up a hundred dollar bag and a chalice any day
Fi a pound wah mi save
Dutty say him have a story fi tell
Me have a story fi sell, fi sell, fi sell
Dub style, dub style, dub style!!!



Protoje - Wrong Side Of The Law

I say the movement moving
That’s why I’m moving moving through
Like I do

Why you crying girl, I not lying girl
I said I’m on the road making dough
When you start it touch my heart but yeah I’m just doin’ wah me
haffi do
What’s it worth to you, know it hurt you
But you know I love to hear my baby go
When I’m leaving that’s the reason, this a just sup’n wah you haffi
know

I’m trying to make my money baby
So I can have my baby money so baby momma don’t blame me
And since I been my mummy’s baby
I been writing knowing that one day this thing go pay me
So in class I was lazy, always a wish fi get so busy
Pon the rhymes said it was crazy
Initially then I just wanted to know this lady
‘Til I grow to love her and she grow to hate me
I say the marriage ship sank
Fi me walk the aisle come in like pirate a walk plank
I couldn’t jump in the deep end even though these feelings did deepen
I couldn’t cease with the...

Never know she coulda meet up with a another brother
That she woulda rather kick it all night with
Have a feeling she understand the reasoning say the music a me healing
And she alright with it
Spend her time, tell her thoughts pon my mind, my concerns of this kind
She responds like this
Preliminary she a tell me say she very contrary to the one dem wah
She see me yesterday with
And I find it hard to find a broad abroad like wah me find a Yard
Body deh foreign, the mind deh yah
Money short and dem time deh hard so lyrics tight every time record

Protoje - On The Road

And you can listen to nature at peace you know
You can’t hear it?
Free you know
Like how it used to be

And I give thanks in every day 
Be thankful in every way 

I have found a reason to be thankful everyday since I said I would
What is shown, it’s not necessarily the things them that mean you no good
So be sure, when you trodding on you way 
‘Member say you not alone inna the ting
Watch you focus, life so glorious when you know its just part of growing up


Physical life is secondary
Inner peace is mandatory
So which category do you fall in
This morning, I got warning ensure my comprehension
Understand my calling
Help me understand this calming force that my lioness posses when them Swarming to us
In my palms the truest forms of herbs from farmers who is spiritual healers 
In these times upon us


Many times I’ve promised, many times I’ve broken
Too many times I’ve spoken
Quiet is thinking, him eyes naa blink catch the riot within him
The word from the mental to self
No take part inna things wah detrimental to health
Because the journey for spiritual wealth 
May differ from the want that’s sentimentally felt 


After every dark night there is a new day
And with every new day I pre a new way
That mean a one more gone 
That mean a one less left
So one more chance fi make it one well spent
Man hell bent pon satisfy them own greed
A spend the money them don’t have pon what them don’t need
And ‘cause them don’t read that mean it don’t reason
A time for which there is just no season


Protoje - Growing Up ft. Gentleman

Don’t wait until I’m gone away

After I’m gone (when I’m gone)
Will be too late to show you care
You’ve got to love me while I’m here
And still with you (with you)
‘Cause after I’m gone (when I’m gone)
All of the tears will be in vain (in vain)
Only the memories will remain

What remain for me? / Do you feel the same?
…

Can’t rest in peace if you live in war
Don’t make the conflict reach too far
Here one day and you gone tomorrow
Next week funeral wreaths and flowers
Forget the hours of the time spent up-
keeping the malice and it don’t make sense now
So you intend fi treat me when it dread
Nuh come the dead yard fi nyam no fish and bread

And me say peace, that’s the way I’m trodding
Step pon you shoes then I beggin’ you pardon
You nuh waa hear that so you hold hard end
Man a road living like prisoner and warden
So a who at fault then and who get hurt
When you use you brother fi fabricate you worth
Well everybody was naked at birth
Whether buried or burnt, we return to the Earth

The line between your friend and your enemy
Easy fi blur when you overpree
It all depends on the energy
You choose to invest in the chemistry
Which you require to make it
If your desire is to take it to a height
Cause I life is sacred, I purpose is to intensify the light
That will shine

Protoje - After I'm Gone ft. Jah9

Available now! 
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Produced by Winta James @overstandentertainment
In.Digg.Nation Collective/Overstand Entertainment 
Licensed by Mr Bongo Worldwide

Blood Money is the latest release from Jamaican Reggae singer Protoje. The song lyrics provide hard-hitting, raw and unapologetic commentary on the current state of Jamaica, touching on recent grievances and social injustices that have afflicted Jamaican society. Protoje describes the air of discrimination, classism, and oppression prevalent in the Jamaican political landscape, calling out corrupt practices, and conveys the meaningful message to his audience of awareness, activism and the need to call for change and accountability.

LYRICS:
Me nah watch no face, beg no more pardon
A nuff drugs money deh a Cherry Garden
Nuff individual society applauding
You can ask anybody where them get them start in
But nuff politician take the donation
So nuff criminal will never see a station
Never see a cell, not even a courthouse
But a every Sunday we see them take the boat out
North coast resort and car dealership
The construction company dem just don't legit
Use it wash the money, turn it 'round and hide it
When the kickback dem come in, the government delighted
So...

[CHORUS]
Police cancel operation,
'Cause nuh real bad man nah go station,
Now if you check the situation, 
A blood money run the nation,
Come take a look inna Jamaica,
Injustice in the place now,
If what you see no really phase you,
Then you a the problem that we face too.

Was 'bout to buy an X6 you know
Maybe then I'd never have to be prisoner 
Maybe then I coulda not turn in my firearm 
Police couldn’t come remand 
Come in like me run an army 
Was 'bout to be a politician too 
Maybe then I coulda make any decision, look
Maybe then I'd make a hundred million disappear
Then me act like me nuh care 
Watch you vote me back in there 
Because the sad reality
Inna Jamaica, say your status is your salary 
Man deh road a carry one whole heap a felony 
But them have a family a boost up the economy 
So...

CHORUS

Is 'out of many' but a one set of people feeling it
How that real, society you agree to this
Things a reveal, the garbage the machine spit 
No smoke screen at Riverton nuh conceal it
Now the system failing, the gap a get wider
A matter of time before a total divide ya 
You cross the line, man draw quick fi remind you 
If you build it on crime then crime will have to find you 
And that's how it's been always, that no frustrate you like it do to me?
How much dead baby deh over jubilee?
How much youths did 10 when them run inna Tivoli 
Now them 16, heart fry, head fricassee 
So...

Protoje online:
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https://twitter.com/protoje
http://instagram.com/protoje
https://soundcloud.com/protoje

Blood Money

They never gonna love you
They never gonna love you
They never coulda love you
Protoje ay ay ay
Protoje ay ay ay

They never gonna love you JA like I love you JA ay ay
They never gonna need you like I need you that’s why I’ll be stay
ay ay aying
And no me naa go lef’ you for another land, that’s not my plan
Not my plan

Even though the times get hard and the mindset hardm no mi
can’t lef’ Yard (me a TRY!)
Even though the body dem a pile and the gun dem a oil, can’t lef’
off a me soil (just TRY!)
Even though the times get rough now and life get snuff out, dem
things we a tough out (TRY!)
Tell them say no matter what a talk and no matter what a spark,
yow a yah so a me heart

I never been a shotta but I seen a shotta
Meet a meaner shotta and get shot up by a senior shotta
Seen a mother seen her son, dead a ground, glock around
Nuh know say that a come
She need a shot a rum
No need no doctor come pronounce him gone
Him done seem calm, the shotta shift him ounce and gone
And if him touch the route again
The dead yute him have a group o’ friends
Weh buss it like a JUTA man
And them a (TRY!)

I never been a fedi but I seen a fedi
Take a piece o’ evidence and plant it pon the scene already
Me see them kill seven youth out deh
A never shoot out deh
Execution, a so them do it out deh
A that me hear a echo round the ghetto
I hear it from a distant hill, response still
I get an instant chill when infants die
When them drive by in an instance I
And things start fly and them a (TRY!)

Protoje - JA

Track 12 from Protoje's Sophomore album ' The 8 Year Affair' (2013)

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Whoa, whoa

(SAMPLE: Errol Dunkley)
I’ve got to find my Black Cinderella
She cannot be my Black Cinderella

Me tell you she nuh discreet pon the city streets
So she see it, so she do it
She say she sweet so ‘til you repeat
Me have a speech fi you listen fi it
Young girl wear your size ‘cause dem shoes deh nuh fit you feet
Choose fi manipulate, use you fi get you weak
And she nuh cheap, you have the dues fi facilitate
Cinderella put the spell on you
Princess with the glass slipper come fi trick oonu
Me tell oonu say

[CHORUS]

And when me say it turn to porridge from the pumpkin
Country bumpkin inna the carriage where the skunk in
And like a dream when it sunk in, what a something
In reality she looking for a fun thing
But in reality I’m looking to become king
Though my duality it have me chasing, hunting
For the physical pleasure then
Although the real treasure them
Only spiritually measure them

[CHORUS]

She nice and she fit and she round and she firm
Ripe Julie mango but heart full of worm
Daughter confirm that her thoughts full of germs
How she find me? Say goodbye lady!
She want it, she get it then she leave it fi spoil
Same meditation she teach to your child
Careful, you wind up beside her, you frighten, you might pay
So what I say

Protoje - Growing Up ft. Gentleman

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