Dela Move Songtext
von Chronixx
Dela Move Songtext
Whoa, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
I′m feeling great now, how you feeling?
Really, really fine too
I got some songs with many meanings
Read between the line
Know what this prophecy revealing
When you really pree the signs
You got to creep before you walk
You got to live before you die (yeah-yeah, yeah)
Feeling great now, how you feeling?
Really, really fine too
I've got some songs with many meanings
Read between the line
Know what this prophecy revealing
Really pree di signs
Creep before you walk (yeah)
Me put mi city ′pon di map (yeah)
Yeah, Dela Splash (Splash), yeah, Dela Move (Move)
Blaze fire hot (yeah)
Barrel full a-crab, ooh, e barrel full a-crab (oh)
Think dem coulda stop me (no)
Whole a-dem shell a-go crack
Unnuh crawl out di barrel dem, reach to the top
Whole a-dem show ya sell out
An' me land inna foreign mi show never flop
Shell down di whole world already
Shell it down again and dem calling me back
Who coulda sick fi call me whack?
Share wid di whole a-me bredren dem 50-50 when it drop
Me put me city 'pon di map (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, Dela Splash (Splash), yeah, Dela Move (Move)
Paint ′pon a-shot
Rise up di something from out a-the drop
Place haffi hot
Me wake up me granny, me tell her nuh mind
She a-go hear when di clap sound
Me hail of Chronicle, the senior
A-di junior a-chat, yeah
A-where dem a-go do when time dem chune ′ya a-drop?
Go tell di baby dem get ready 'cause do dueler a-come
Dem think a-yesterday
A-from me a likkle youth me a-chat
(Stiding-ding-ding, ding)
Me nuh play ring ding with reggae music
Gi′ me mi ring
Man a-ital jockey
Dilly and Dally with any riddim
Nuh gi' me nuh praise
The Haile Selassie, him a-di king
Just gi′ me mi crown
'Cah me a-him son, nuh play wid mi thing
Don′t play wit me ting 'cah man a-top musician
Melody a-mi weapon, lyrics a-mi ammunition
His Highly and Selassie send me, we deh 'pon a mission
Me nuh know how dem a-go get di microphone from out a-me hand
Jah never give di power to
Ooh, no ball head man
To judge a Rastaman
I tell you, oh no, child
And Jah will never give di power to
Ooh, no ball head man (no ball head man)
To judge a Rastaman, no child
No child
No child
Ooh, for the youth dem, now
Oh, no
I′m feeling great now, how you feeling?
Really, really fine too
I got some songs with many meanings
Read between the line
Know what this prophecy revealing
When you really pree the signs
You got to creep before you walk
You got to live before you die (yeah-yeah, yeah)
Feeling great now, how you feeling?
Really, really fine too
I've got some songs with many meanings
Read between the line
Know what this prophecy revealing
Really pree di signs
Creep before you walk (yeah)
Me put mi city ′pon di map (yeah)
Yeah, Dela Splash (Splash), yeah, Dela Move (Move)
Blaze fire hot (yeah)
Barrel full a-crab, ooh, e barrel full a-crab (oh)
Think dem coulda stop me (no)
Whole a-dem shell a-go crack
Unnuh crawl out di barrel dem, reach to the top
Whole a-dem show ya sell out
An' me land inna foreign mi show never flop
Shell down di whole world already
Shell it down again and dem calling me back
Who coulda sick fi call me whack?
Share wid di whole a-me bredren dem 50-50 when it drop
Me put me city 'pon di map (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, Dela Splash (Splash), yeah, Dela Move (Move)
Paint ′pon a-shot
Rise up di something from out a-the drop
Place haffi hot
Me wake up me granny, me tell her nuh mind
She a-go hear when di clap sound
Me hail of Chronicle, the senior
A-di junior a-chat, yeah
A-where dem a-go do when time dem chune ′ya a-drop?
Go tell di baby dem get ready 'cause do dueler a-come
Dem think a-yesterday
A-from me a likkle youth me a-chat
(Stiding-ding-ding, ding)
Me nuh play ring ding with reggae music
Gi′ me mi ring
Man a-ital jockey
Dilly and Dally with any riddim
Nuh gi' me nuh praise
The Haile Selassie, him a-di king
Just gi′ me mi crown
'Cah me a-him son, nuh play wid mi thing
Don′t play wit me ting 'cah man a-top musician
Melody a-mi weapon, lyrics a-mi ammunition
His Highly and Selassie send me, we deh 'pon a mission
Me nuh know how dem a-go get di microphone from out a-me hand
Jah never give di power to
Ooh, no ball head man
To judge a Rastaman
I tell you, oh no, child
And Jah will never give di power to
Ooh, no ball head man (no ball head man)
To judge a Rastaman, no child
No child
No child
Ooh, for the youth dem, now
Oh, no
Writer(s): Jamar Rolando Mcnaughton, Jean-andre Lawrence Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
