Chromatic, the ultimate Mmmmm Tommy Lee Hey Creep! Why pree?! Hey Popcaan! Ain't no other Lyrical bumber explosive rhyme me a drop 'pon dah one yah Inna the jungle no romp with da King Kong yah Inna the mountain dem a domestic lamma Okay Hamma, why back staba dem waan see me dead Dem no waan hear me grammar? All who no like we and all who a follow Unno nah see me funeral suite 'pon no hanger Lyrics dem get serious, like a bet Laugh now, cry later, stamp 'pon me chest Jah shine a light, bwoy walk up the step When me take out the 'K out of the alphabet You know how we roll, Gaza till me death 'Longside of Addi, the devil reject Grim rim, Popcaan the prefect When we done with the world, none a dem nah forget Yo, Tommy Lee! Tell dem say, no fuck 'round Creep Simone dem say you cyaan live in peace Dinearo, the thing dem grease Angry we angry, we crosser than beast Badman don't take no disrespect Some bwoy better be careful No make Creep buck unno inna the park It not goin' be so playful, hey! Badman no take disrespect Nuh make Dinearo haffi make this step Last bwoy violate, run leave him crep (And do wha'?) And beat him death Skull hotter than the grabba weh me burn Addi, the dadda, son Till the something' a go run Dawg, the sun hot don't? Me skull a burn So Me bad charge a run you down No bother say me browning a rub you down Buzzman cyaan 'par 'pon the scheme from him young Ask Tammy, the thing dem longer than her tongue Hmmmmmm Gaza man crazy... No, we insane... (hmm) Some bwoy see we link and feel a the link 'pon the chain Gyal, don't mess with the brain Don't make we feel real intimidate in vain 'Cause we will fall heavy rain Make you look like crash car 'pon the main We style...