Soursop (feat. Masta Killa, Harley & Solomon Childs)

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?

Bloodclaat bust my gun like a rude boy
No love 'n' hip hop, bad attitude, boy
Jamaican Clarks sippin' Guinness on the hot sand
Sun splashed 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
Christopher Coke, the pistol'll smoke gutters
We out in Kingston grooming the dirt for the butters
Sharper machetes that slice through the trees for berries
Busting coconuts, Selassie legendary

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?

Siddly, diddly, diddly, diddly, diddly, diddly and truly (Right)
No search and fiddle (Right)
Siddly, 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

Check the Tiger Bone, stole love don, I sip 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 piece of steel
They call a 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 akie
Sliced avocado, rice and peas and items
Sweet like a mango
A 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
'Nuff respect due, everything real

When I was just