Rapid Motion - Ian Post

Mek yuh madda bawl fi yuh Freeway (Weh dem ah do?) Ray Gad (Unruly State) Badman buss dem head from dem ears side (Unruly Estate, y'ear?) Ears side Run inna yuh house wid di zig-zag Lock wid di chip, anuh SIM card Pussy dem cyan escape, coulda [?], coulda ring guard Badman rapid di place [?] single M1 and 'K, mi just ah [?] Steady wid di MAC, mi nuh shake, mi nuh tremble Bwoy gone ah dirt, ah cemetery Killy dem lost him, mek him mother bawl fi him Mama bawl fi yuh (Bawl fi him) Pull up brawling, no lock sport Rifle black like Kodak Black Bwoy drop inna di road [?] gap Catch di pussy dem ah share hot spot (Run up) Run up inna Bramma [?] Badman buss yuh head, ah just your time Catch e boyfriend ah stop light Buss him head, lef' e yellow light 40 ball inna yuh eye Di bwoy blind Lif' up di .45 [?] design Di thugs dem read yuh file Yuh is ah child From mi seh bwoy fi dead, nothing survive Mi love give people grave, rifle bines Mek yuh blood run out pon di tile Grenade mi fling inna style Village man bury dem head inna soil Murder team ah prowl di street, try go hide Tivoli Garden style Rifle oil Ketch him ah try fi run, bwoy ah slide Him [?] family [?] Dela Vega Badman rapid di place [?] single M1 and 'K, mi just ah [?] Steady wid di MAC, mi nuh shake, mi nuh tremble Bwoy gone ah dirt, ah cemetery Furnace lost him, mek him mother bawl fi him Mama bawl fi yuh (Mhmm) Gunshot inna yuh head space Pussy love talk, [?] Know yah punk, run him outta him place Death pon dem ends, mi Clarks nuh have lace Man ah try tek weh, man ah try brakes Once yuh nuh kill mi, mi seh too late Bullet him ah try chuck over one gate Rifle, hand gun, fully estate Tun yuh inna beef, and mince, and steak Diss e Unruly, yuh life at stake Nowhere pon dis bloodclaat map yuh doh safe Stop e evening, shotty [?] shub him out late Mi nuh keep my shotty pon safe Mi pop e Russian 'K Pussy dead from mi point dat some way 3 West mek di suck pussy bwoy run weh Salt Spring badman dem bad [?] Frahcess One, play wid di trigger suh Shot inna him liver suh Bottle-boom mek nuh pussy cyan live yah suh Grave ah mek sand, dem ah [?] yah suh David murder [?] suh Trouble Dem dead? Bwoy dem funeral ah keep tonight (Mi ah mek yuh know) Nine night White rum Black suit Bright light Bwoy dem cyan gi' wi no fight No, man bad Long time, nuh last week, nuh last month, nuh last night Aye Black leather gloves and Clarks and such Buss di pussy head inna him fake van Dutch Joshy have e .45 wid back lush Dre Skull just wear time gate clutch Matic dem ah change gear when mi sing clutch Dem easy fi dead, dem love link up Kill him pon spot, nah wait fi him cut Him own blood wet up him shirt Rapid di place [?] single

Those beneath us are the ones who need us You've let somebody else take our place Cry us a river Cross your little fingers You've let somebody else take our place I'm addicted to conception of affectionate narration Hang the king, elect the bleak reflection of perfection A bald man's statue in the middle of a square I love this land, dog Express the extraordinary need for demonstration Build the bigger and balder piece of bloody meditation A black building, white building, green building, people singing: I love this land, but Mother of god Was all of it worth it? Don't stand in the doorway Oh, don't block up the hall WE ARE DONE Christmas present Life is not that pleasant All those idols are not worth your time The words are forgotten They're drowning in the water Where's the beauty in your ordinary life? We're fallen idols Begging for your kindness Do you remember all the songs we used to play? We bow in your presence Hope you buy our record Don't let somebody else take our place

I'ma take a Bud Light break, ah, ah I just came down from the high of my life I just, I just came down from the high of my life See us popping champagne, we could do it all night And if everything gone bad, we gon' make it alright How you expecting awards when you ain't put in work? And I just got off the phone, yeah, with my realtor And I've been eating so good that, bitch, my belly broke And I might cop that Mulsanne cause, bitch, that Bentley talk Put that sauce on that bitch real quick Put that ice on that wrist real slick Girl, I know you know my wallet's real thick And I'm wonderin', wonderin' what you're drinking I just came down from the high of my life I just, I just came down from the high of my life See us popping champagne, we could do it all night And if everything gone bad, we gon' make it alright We don't fucking fuck with y'all, do we? We don't gotta stunt on y'all, do we? Bring that money back to yours truly When I'm rocking all my goddamn jewelry, yeah Hey, I just hopped out the foreign, looking so pretty, yeah And yeah, that watch on my arm look like a trillion You know that White Iverson, no, keep that jewelry tucked And I just bought out my brain, I feel like Bubba Chuck Girl, I'm zoned out, I feel my Xans Ain't nobody understand It's you and I, go and call your friends Let's get a lot of kerosene You gon' ride that bump-and-grind Yeah, let me see that double-time You ain't gotta tell them hoes because they know, yeah I just came down from the high of my life I just, I just came down from the high of my life See us popping champagne, we could do it all night And if everything gone bad, we gon' make it alright We don't fucking fuck with y'all, do we? We don't gotta stunt on y'all, do we? Bring that money back to yours truly When I'm rocking all my God damn jewelry Tell me, who do you call? When the night gets long And you're sitting by the phone 'Cause all those drugs wore off I just came down from the high of my life I just, I just came down from the high of my life See us popping champagne, we could do it all night And if everything gone bad, we gon' make it alright High of my life High of my life High of my life High of my life High of my life