[Verse 1]
Y'all been sleeping on a bredda too long now
Yeah, unu betta get up
Sample flip like a mattress
Mek you gasp like you jus hiccup
I'll produce a trap beat, but mek you mind free up
Awoken prodigy that will probably give night seizures
But this is for who doubts my lyrical ability
Lines of symmetry split your meds and send it to the cemetery
So silhouettes of sad souls seeking some sympathy start sobbing for sinners who decided to just sleep on me
Load di chrome 'matic in case dem try fi Creep pon me
True dem gyal a come and a beg fi di Heavy D from me
Cause me a di master, Io neva falter
Alter bwoy dem pray fi me twist up like pasta, priest dem never know mi past dem fast like Asafa '08 back to '05
Oh my, tek dem mind for a spin like a joyride
No time nuh bwoy can ride mi wave, dveen low tide
Mi mek sure this sicker than all of my old rhymes
Cause morewhile I'm
Underestimated, flows are the greatest
f** the game, mi buss like faulty latex
Y'all the sons, I'm the sun
Draw curtain, light at the end of the tunnel like you bout fi meet di Father
Wake up, you know it's the mañana
Wake up, it's the mañana
[Chorus]
Now I don't know just where I went off
But now I know it's time to get on
Y'all been sleeping on a bredda too long now
Now I don't know just what I did wrong
But now I know it's time to get right
As right as there's dark in the night-- yo, my destiny's calling
I vanquish the darkness and walk to the light like it's 8 in the--
[Verse 2]
Morning just like dawn past; dem watch me like Comcast
Then skull while me gone cla**, tek dem skull like a hall pa**
Dem sell them soul fi a tall gla**, with champagne seh dem a floss off?
Lyrics hit them with the force of Hiroshima bomb blast-- yo
Tell them seh dem nuh sick as this with some Dr. Suess rhymes and chat bout dem a lyricists
That's why dem copy up mi style, dem all on some mirror sh**
To how my style on point, you coulda swears mi build di pyramids
"Do Di Maths", summit up; reaching the highest of Everest
You gyal sumn a jump, it catch the spirit; that a di "Ever Blessed"
To how these artistes fear me, dem fi host a terror fete
Or maybe terror fest, kinda like a party, like
Back to the basics, like maths inna grade 6
Before mi lyrics graduate to the heights of a spaceship
Before the flow did tighter than the packing of a slave ship
Sweet songs serenade mi room wall till the paint strip
Flow pon the beat like water and it stays lit
Cyah match the form even if you both dated
This style is unusual, you weren't aquatinted
k**er beat, mi k** it; acquitted, because the beat faked it
Wonder why you misses missing, maybe cause she naked
Rolling up with kings like David but still she deh pon some snake sh**
Biblical reference, you probably wouldn't get it, huh?
Like Champions League when talking about Atletico