Exhale

[Verse 1: Killa P]

Brand new sty-ly-ly-ly-lyley again

Dem cyaan diss mi, dem cyaan deny mi mi friend

Shell down di whole place like Kiss FM

One ting, Killaman, mi nuh beg friend

None ah dem cyaan diss mi army dem

Unuh know seh wi badder dan dem

Any bwoy diss mi, ah he ah hol' a long leng

Inna dem face, duppy dem again

So wi duppy di duppy and lef the duppy pon dem

One ting weh mi grandmother tell mi 'bout friend

Wi nuh trust dem, wi nuh trust, wi nuh trust friend

Kill off them own and ah gwaan like dem love them

And put them own bredrin pon News at Ten

Trevor McDonald nuh work deh again

Mi nuh care which one of dem bredda dem have leng

Dead

[Chorus: Killa P]

'Nuff ah dem nuh real, di whole ah dem ah lie

Music is my mission, di limit is di sky

We should be loving one another, mi nuh wan' no man fi die

Music takes me higher, why can't I be high?

'Nuff ah dem nuh real, di whole ah dem ah lie

Music is my mission, di limit is di sky

We should be loving one another, mi nuh wan' no man fi die

Music takes me higher, why can't I be high?

[Verse 2: Killa P]

Mi tell you seh mi cyaan be higher, no, dargy

Man really wan' shoot up mi party

Dem seh dem wan' kill mi uncle and auntie

You never know dem bwoy cyaan walk past me

If a bwoy ever diss Killaman, come on, now

You ah go see Killaman inna di khaki

I tell dem you cyaan tek weh mi car key

But mi will stab out your face with mi car key

Hol' on, nuh mek mi tell dem 'bout Japan

You never know 'bout mi darg name Last

Cuh if a boy disrespect Japan

You better know seh dem boy get lost

Mi put one inna your face like glass

Petrol over dem, bun dem fast

Nuh bwoy cyaan diss mi, dem know man ah boss

Fi diss di Killa, you know how much that cost?

Likkle man, it might cost you your life

Don't diss me, I might roll out tonight

None of my dargs gonna stand up and fight

Stab in the day, shoot in the night, no joke ting

Man better know what I'm scoping

Headtop gone, open

Left him like a D cat

If it's dead bodies, the Killaman needs that

You get shot inna your face, shot inna your kneecap

None of Killa'z Army ah no eediat

You cyaan diss Killa P, ah no me dat

Cyaan diss Last Japan, you ah eediat, but hear wah

Shot, shot, shot nonstop again

Bwoy disrespect, di place get lock again

Never know Killaman ah roll out di Glock again

Ready fi slap every one ah dem

[Outro: Killa P]

You need to stack that cheddar

Yep, you need to keep on stacking

And if you've got a bredda that likes to run up his mout'

And he's in beef, then back him

There's no more chatting

Mandem fi know, no acting

We're out here, it's a real life movie

And if a bwoy ever diss Last Japan or Killaman

I'll mek your brain look like a smoothie