Welcome To Jamrock

Out in the streets, they call it merther!

Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs them camp at

Two pound a weed inna van back

It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your backpack

The smell a give your girlfriend contact

Some bwoy nuh know this, dem only come around like tourist

On the beach with a few club sodas

Bedtime stories, and pose like dem name Chuck Norris

And don't know the real hardcore

Cah Sandals a now back too, the thugs then we do what dem got to

And won't think twice to shot you

Don't make them spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too

A bare tuff things come at you

When Trenchtown man stop laugh and block-off traffic

Then dem wheel and pop off and dem start clap it

With the pin file dung and it a beat rapid

Police come inna jeep and them cant stop it

Some say dem a playboy, a playboy rabbit

Get dropped like a bad habit

So nuh bother pose off if you don't have it

Rastafari stands alone

Welcome to Jamrock

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Welcome to Jamrock

Out in the streets, they call it merther!

Welcome to Jamdown

Poor people are dead at random

Political violence cyaa done

Pure ghost and phantom

The yute dem get blind by stardom

Now the king of kings a call

Old man to Pickney, so wave oonu hand if you with me

To see the sufferation sick me

Dem suit no fit me, to win election dem trick we

Then dem don't do nuttin at all

Come on let's face it, a ghetto education's basic

And most a di yutes dem waste it

And when dem waste it, that's when dem take the guns, replace it

Then dem don't stand a chance at all

And that's why a nuff likkle yute have up some fat matic

With the extra magazine inna dem back pocket

And a bleach a night time inna some black jacket

All who not lock glocks, at dem a lock rocket

Dem will full you up a current like a short circuit