an Ode to His Majesty from Perfect Giddimani's Back for the First Time release on Lustre Kings Productions.

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Clay - Fire

Empress look what I brought for you
Marijuana a glisten in the morning dew

She put her lips to my blunt and kiss it
No excuse when she roll she spliff
For she don’t even care if it smudge no lipstick
Naa refuse that a how she rep
She make sure I have some greens with it when I sip it
Then she roll off and roll up ma ting
And make me know that anyhow I put it in ma lyrics then
Only some girls goin’ comprehend

No she nuh agree wid dem policy so she bun her trees
No apologies never needed
Pon her property no it never cease so she get her peace
And her release when she weeded
Like it when it cure but she have a pree, prefer when it green
Have more THC when she steaming
When me go country and me come back in
She nuh ask a ting ‘cause she know wah me bring

Ohh she love my herb etiquette
How I roll it up so delicate
How I naa take a draw before she get a hit
How me drive in from far and me alone pon the road jussa move with
My light and my music with
The thought of you just waiting make me reach home safely
Navigate me baby, I know it’s on you brain
When you hear these statements and this message placement
No need to explain what I saying

So now she say she grown up
And she growing her own from the ground up
From the seed to the stalk ‘til the pound drop
And now a me make demands when I show up
Then I set sail as I inhale
The surplus is not for sale
Its purpose it much more real
So courteous with how she deal it
But it increase her feeling when a me build it

She wet it and seal it

Protoje - No Lipstick

Protoje - Take Control (The Message Riddim)

Capleton - Jah Bless Us (Fire River riddim)

Lyrics:

A who them a program
Who them a young girl have them eye pon
A who them a program
Who informer sit down and a spy pon
A who dem a program
Who Mr. Babylon have them eye pon
Who dem a Program
Who informer sit down and a spy pon

Is a brand new prince pon the scene
Jah a move with me two foot prints that I mean
See him when u see him, general fi the team
This ya reign ya coming draw fi you gabardine
Them a look and a watch like live stream
And mi skunk purple like  Ribena mean
Them a dream like arlene
Bout king them  boy deh a queen like Carlene
No bother tell me say me cant
5 6 7 8 drop in a me path
Eeeeey warrior in a me heart
Philosophic in a mind
A deliver you art

We naa watch no face make it do what it do
From the first time when nomads a puupookopuu
Cause dem nuh want see  u in the coupe a go thru
Dem will call Babylon and state trooper fi you
Den then come with them warrant
Kick off door a run in a you  apartment wooii
But the fire ago scawling  oh when dem falling
Caa say we never warn them wooii
Eeeeey....But dem power couldn't real
Try all dem want and dem couldn't crack the seal
Eeeeey...Who nun hear dem ago feel
A Selassie a mi shield
So them couldn't stop the meal

Watch the sprinter
Man a run marathon
Madda Dan one a don riddim wah me drop it pon
Rapapaam dem nuh badda Dan Papa San
Beet root carrot haffi  pack Ina the caravan
Travel plan,  see u moving with a paragon
Confident no confuse it with no arrogance
Rasta man no confuse this with no Barack and Farrakhan
Shashamane a weh we have da land
Eeeeey fi mi words dem naa go mute
I see what they do and that really never suit me
Eeeey dem nuh  even know the root
Africa fi Africans I deliver u the truth


Who Dem A Program

It’s gonna be
What is it gonna be?
I said it’s gonna be
I’m telling you it’s gonna be

My mommy said, from the first day that she hold my head
That I was gonna be dread, so now I’m gonna be dread
My mommy said, from the first day that she hold my head
I was gonna be dread, so now I’m gonna be dread

Hockey jersey inna heat, Patrick Ewing pon the feet, Buju Banton pon the
beat, uunu ‘member that?
‘92 December that, Paco Jeans and Travel Fox boots from vendor that
Me jussa learn say rubbers a no pencil top, I pencil that, write it out now
Bet you say them fight it out now
When a no now man a fight with po-po, police leave me colleagues please
Soldier lef’ the green inna can like Folgers
Like say a coffee, that haffi pack
Conceal the smell, collect it and unseal it then unleash it
‘Til the first mil reaching in
No sleep, we bleaching fi make money like Lee-Chin
Or at least him brother dem
So mi can try get a super buss until the money surplus like Superplus,
It’s a must!

I used to get a bounce pon me cheque, but now me get a cheque
everytime me track a bounce pon u deck
Plus me get a nod and a bounce from u neck, and a “ooow” she
pronounce when she bounce pon me
A thousand fi the ounce of the brown pon a stick or a stalk or a stem but
the pound do the trick for me
Full o’ so much ganja talk, just come in from me ganja walk
Oh yes it is pon me!
The lyrics make dem conversate it, police want fi confiscate it
When dem see it pon me
But squaddie say him love me music and that must be why me use it
So him leave it pon me
So mi leave promptly and go back a the yard, go back and record
Diggy lean pon me
With no sleep we hunting fi make money like Bunting fi achieve this one
thing

‘Cause…

It’s gonna be, who gonna be
We gonna be, it’s gotta be
I gotta be dread dread
From the first time I show my head, I gotta be dread, dread
From the first time I show my head, I gotta be dread, dread, dread.

Dread

Track 11 from Protoje's Sophomore album ' The 8 Year Affair' (2013)

You need a bullet proof vest
No need to run!

(Toi)
I’ve been shot by love
And now me can’t run away, run away
I’ve been shot in the heart
Them call it love in the first degree
I’ve been shot by love
And now me can’t get away, get away
I’ve been shot in the heart
Them call it love in the first degree

(Protoje)
Me say me full up a ammunition when me touch down
Love zone knock her down from inna the first round
The love ya realer than the Vatican own
She a the queen fi me African throne
No mercenary Taliban it control
Me a the one fi lock your body and soul
Jah set the plan, me just a watch it unfold
You overstand, that’s why me left it untold

[CHORUS]

(Protoje)
Me say me shot you with me loving but your life ain’t gonna end
No need for running, this is just the beginning
Aiming for the target, the tranquilizer tame you
And cupid him coulda never have dem aim ya
Now you really won't forget wha’ true love feel like
Me loving touch you heart and knock you down in a real life
Love in the first degree, you know say me do it right
And fill her up with the real type, sleep tight

[CHORUS]

(Toi)
Them say you can’t escape it, can’t mistake it
When love knocks you down
Now my heart is yours, unarmed and open
You took my barrier down
A shot without a sound
Me never see you coming
Like a stranger in the night
Me never see you coming

Shot by Love ft. Toi

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