Soursop

[Chorus] When I was just Give  me light, light, light the way Light  the way, give me light, give me light Give me light, light, light, light Light, light, light, light Light,  light, light Can  you light? Can you light? Light, light the way Light  the way, give me light, give me light Give me light, light, light, light Light, light, light, light Light, light, light Can  you light? [Verse 1] Yeah, yo Bloodclaat, bust my gun like a rude boy No Love & Hip Hop, bad attitude, boy Jamaican Clarks, sippin' Guinness on the hot sand Sun splash, I'm on after Elephant Man My posse paddle through the Cayman in a small canoe Chewin' on chew sticks, blowin' on ganja root Fonto leaf, Irish moss, soursop Big nets catchin' monk fish, spice for the crockpot The powder is wrapped, lookin' like baby roadies Machine gun mask on, lookin' like a bunch of goalies The half a foot dread, the whole land call him Toby He got a team of red beam that'll lean the police Christoper Coke, the pistol'll smoke, Dudus We out in Kingston grooming the dirt for the butters Sharpened machetes that slice through the trees for berries Busting coconuts, Selassie legendary [Chorus] When I was just Give me light, light, light the way Light the way, give me light, give me light Give me light, light, light, light Light, light, light, light Light, light, light Can you light? Can you light? Light, light the way Light the way, give me light, give me light Give me light, light, light, light Light, light, light, light Light, light, light Can you light? [Verse 2] Siddly, diddly, diddly, diddly, diddly, diddly, and truly (Right) No search and fiddle (Right) Diddly, diddly, diddly, and truly First class (Brrt) Cold blooded murderer (Right) Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em what them ah really require (Right) Cold blooded murderer Wu-Tang the definition of a soldier [Verse 3] Check the Tiger Bone, stole love don, I sip a megaton On point, soldiers is armed and blow the best corn Fly silks and wallies, women from Jamaica to Bali Acknowledge me at the show and prove rowdy I miss Allah Real still, I build with this peace of steel They call the microphone chrome nickel-plated poems Jamel Ireef and Iron Man Tone, respect shown In Jamaica, there's a party, peace to all my natty Eatin' swordfish and I keep sliced avocado Rice and peas and items sweet like a mango One hundred clip rifle blow, steady flow, rhythm, tempo "More fire," the sample go, so Peace to Fire House, Waltham, Havendale to Maverley Jungle to Rema, Salt Lane to Tivoli Gaza, Spanish Town, Trenchtown, back to Maxfield 'Nough respect due, everything real [Outro] When I was just