ARTISIN & REKS feat. ESTEE NACK – EAT WHAT YOU KILL video
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ARTISIN & REKS – EAT WHAT YOU KILL (OFFICIAL VIDEO) FT. ESTEE NACK
Directed by King Philip
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Lyrics:
Here we go!
You better work
dance you better work
(x4)
Mind when they call the dogs out
Everything lock off bwoy get call out
The General deh ya man wha dem a stall bout?
Time fi go een girls are going all out
“Boi boi” gun finga wit a big mout
Walk and live talk and you belong south
6 feet deep “you hear dat” no doubt
“Murderahhh” yeah that’s what the song bout
Slide on a soun bwoy taking the wrong route
Represent fi di garrison you are all clout
Won’t stop till de ghetto yout dem a ball out
No fake friends left “see dem fallout”?
LET EM OUT (x6)
Badmind we nuh respect dat
Hot Gyal a hot gyal haffe protect dat
Jamaica to the world haffe connect dat
Switch up the accent Yankee take that
Honour plus revenue gotta collect that
My people killing each other we gotta reject that
Police corruption I couldn’t neglect that
The devil work overtime gotta expect that
If you are a king then you gotta reflect that
Respect is everything you gotta project that
Some o dem insecure and you wouldn’t suspect that
God over everything gotta select that
LET EM OUT (x6)
Champion city we don’t care what they say
Rudebwoy in a tuxedo same way
All o we talk de talk a soh we stay
1st class living came from the laneway
You’re looking at the real ones we don’t decay (DK)
NY to London this on replay
The love I’m giving out can not repay
Jealous ones envy they might betray
Love don’t cost a “P” if you pre-pay
Listening to what they say might delay
Big up the whole city Finch to G-Way
Rest in peace Latoya we got it from here ‘kay?
LET EM OUT (x6)
You better work
dance you better work
(x4)
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Lyrics:
John Henry swinging a hammer
Ran it up Driving up spikes on the graph
I Run Faster than a machine
When I finally die Ima need more than one casket
I’m on the block like oluwakandi
I’m by the water the shore and the sand
Top of the line it spill over the edge
I saw through the lie I can’t go for the scam
Out of the spotlight living the soft life I seen some hard times soften an ass
Balling my right foot up on the gas so hard it surprise them that i didn’t crash
Niggas might die tryna follow the path
Niggas fall out when they hop on the track
I got done bad I ain’t giving no passes
they ain’t spin back when we got that established
Latchkey math whiz stash in the mattress
I was just passionate passing for mad
I was in the backseat hoping to cash in
Heard the whip crack and it woke up the master
We still everywhere broken glass
When you get where you going just don’t look back
The Moral of the story is get off your ass
We hitting the road when they blow out the candle
More for the sport than the glory attached
I’m Sure when the cortisol course through the labyrinth
Worth a small fortune afforded to that
Head to toe in Rick owens im throwing tantrum
They ask for a photo I pose like im handsome, cause im handsome and I understand that
Pull extortion moves just like my grandad
Then we portion it up on a land grab
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LYRICS:
Triple X years in the game
Still makin weird faces when they hear my name
To all my people who ain’t seen me in a while
I been around but I’m incognito when I smile
Busy as a barber I’mma bill you by the hour
Hickeys on my collar as big as a silver dollar
Nobody ever told you not to sit
Too close to the sun, burnt the wings off your shit
I stay movin’ like these fools stay runnin their mouths
Runnin’ their faucet on topics that they know nothin’ about
Only thing you can count on is that they suckin’ for clout
Probably why I keep my watermelon up in the clouds
I ain’t tryin’ to pass judgement now but the
Companies and governments are comin’ just to shut the shit down
The whole crowd getting buck and loud
But you was fuckin’ around when you said wasn’t fuckin’ around
God bless and watch your steps
Got a laser to remove the tattoos off your flesh
Got a bottle of brainwash to help you forget
Maybe loosen up some new regrets like who’s left
Catch your breath and take a second to collect whatever
Pill you gotta swallow just to acknowledge the way it’s expressed
And when my heartbeat stops
Pay your respects and mark the spot with an XXX
Triple X years in the game
Still makin’ weird faces when they hear my name
To all my people who ain’t seen me in a while
I been around but I’m incognito when I smile
Busy as a barber I’mma bill you by the hour
Hickeys on my collar as big as a silver dollar
Nobody ever told you not to sit
Too close to the sun, burnt up your whole shit