Damian 'Junior Gong' Marley - As We Enter lyrics

As we enter, come let we take you on to dig this adventure Must be dementia that you ever thought you could touch our credentials What's the initials? Q-B Jamrock the lyrical officials Send out the order, laws, and the rituals Burn candles, say prayers, paint murals It is truth we big news we hood heroes Put a** to anchor, we come to conquer I not badman, we not play Willy Wonka And I got the guns, I got the ganja And we could blaze it up on your block if you want to Or haze it up stash-box in a Hummer Or you could run up and get done up Or get something that you want none of Unlimited amount you collect from us Direct from us, street intellectuals And I'm shrewd about decimals and my man'll speak Patois And I can speak rap star, y'all feel me Even if it's in Swahili or body Ghani Masuri Sana, switch up the language and move to Ghana Salute and honor, real revolution rhymers Rhythm piranhas, like two Obamas, unfold the drama Word is out, hysteria you heard about Nas and Jr. Gong came to turn it out Body the verses till they scream "murder" out The kings is back time to return the crown Who want it? Tuck your chain, we're due coming Renegades that'll peel you back like new hundreds Bet your j**els on it you don't want to lose on it Either move on or move on it Queens to Kingston gunshot we use and govern the kingdom Rise up to Winstead I can see the fear up in your eyes, realize you can die any instant And I can hear the sound of your voice when you must lose your life like mice in the kitchen Snitching, I can see him pissing on his-self and he wetting up his thighs and he trying to resist it Switching, I can smell him digging up sh** like a fly, come around, and keep persisting That's how you end up in a hit list In a bad man business No evidence Crime scene, fingerprint-less Flow effortless Casual like the weekends No pressure when We're comfy and decent We set this off beasting Hunting season And, frankly speaking Word is out, hysteria you heard about Nas and Jr. Gong came to turn it out Body the verses till they scream "murder" out The kings is back time to return the crown Who want it? Tuck your chain, we're due coming Renegades that'll peel you back like new hundreds Bet your j**els on it you don't want to lose on it Either move on or move on it