Back in the day, O
When people use to say O
Stop you fussing fighting
Bad boys in the ghetto

Tell me what’s the matter
don’t you love your brother.
You’re out to kill you mother,
father, sister and you lover

Put away your matic
your bad vibes on your rochette.
Its good to love an not to hate
all decent people at it

It’s we who have to suffer.
When we will one another.
The wicked dem a laugh.
One less, robber to remember.


When a man doesn’t know
who he is or where he’s from
Major factor in his life
is to imitate a man.

What chance will they have
when damnation come.
When a man disowns
his culture race on his nation

Born to be what I am
got my colour from the man.
Well look at me well I’m black
that’s how I come from the pack

No matter where your from
don’t be ashamed of your mum
cause its she
who gave you life you Arti.

In the public eye
you’re bound to get criticised
enticise, scandalise
the gossip an lies.

I visit the town of Cheltenham
people quick to tell me hi,
but they’re quick to run me down
Like I am a boy.

If you don’t like Mad Pee
why bother, talk to me.
A message to the gossipers
I can take it on the chin.

Jealously an envy,
not my cup of tea.
If I listen to all the rumours
I would die every week.

Won’t run from the enemy,
promoters couldn’t bother me.
Wont run from the enemy,
gossip couldn’t bother me.

One thing I am sure of
not everybody like me.
Some people will get vex
an they even want to fight me

But I won’t ignite
like do dam dan-de-mite.
Cause jealously an envy
you know that life.

Won’t run from the enemy
promoters couldn’t bother me.
Won’t run from the enemy
gossip couldn’t bother me.

Pretty pretty blue eyes
keep heart at bay.
One fine day
you’re going to see it my way.

I dream of you when I’m asleep
also when I’m awake,
an when you pass my window
then my body start quake.

The tremor, oh the ecstasy,
my feeling not a fake.
Maybe one fine summers day
you’ll see it my way.

Pretty pretty blue eyes
keep my heart at bay.
One fine day
your going to see it my way.

She looks so good
tell me that she’s mine,
got to have her love
the girl is so divine.

I can read between the lines
it may take a little while,
to apprehend her love
sweet child be mine.

Like flowers that do bloom
my heart goes out to you.
Let me in your world
can you find the room.

She looks so good
tell me that she’s mine
got to have her love
the girl is so divine.


On the first day of Christmas
my true love sent to me
½ ounce of living sensi.

On the second day of Christmas
my true love sent to me,
Afghani Black on a big rock the living mampi.

On the third day of Christmas
my true love send to me,
three small E’s Charlie from a Bolivian field.

Now every day of Christmas
so paro its unreal.
Flying like a kite
never saw no damn turkey.

She look so good,
She look so fly,
Gotta get a taste of that sweet potato pie.

Some of them gawn like bad boys
Like the cream of the crop
Some of them gawn like bad boys
Them a brag non-stop.

Police touch them
Put them inner jail house to rot
The bad boys dem a bawl
When it’s time for bang up.

End up, clean, scrub
Wash out other mans piss pot
Not bad now that they’re inside
They’re the laughing stock.

Some of them gawn like bad boys
Like the cream of the crop
Some of them gawn like bad boys
Them a brag non-stop.

Sitting in my car
Paying attention to my slick chick
Tap on the window
In my face there was a matic.

Boy, just give me
Your car, girl, an your money
Not a statement I’d forget
His trigger finger it a sweat.

I have to think
I only get one shot at the robber
I draw my C.S. gas
Now the robber him blind.

Step on the gas quick
Hold on to my chick
Put the car in reverse
An’ broke the bitch neck.

If you sacrifice your life
For the devil
No love in your heart
Nothing there just trouble.

Some born to be bad
What can we do about that
But the ones we see that turn
They’re the ones who need a slap.

Goodness will prevail
For those who don’t make mistakes
Forget those wicked ways
You know badness don’t pay.

If you sacrifice your life
For the devil
No live in your heart
Nothing there just trouble.

Rock stars don’t you know
You have to stop lick shit
You’re bringing down yourself
You’re looking like a cesspit.

It’s trouble when you’re in it
Not a boulder you can move
Rock solid, stone pebble
Can bring on the blues.

Can they admit it, no
No trouble, I’m cool
Addictive to the rush
An’ now they profile like a fool.

Over, overrated
It’s an A class drug
Watch your life go up
In a puff of smoke.

Rock stars live in mars
An’ they’re always in wars
an the pushers always pushing
Where the streets tuff.

Man a cut your throat
For a plate of curry goat
An’ a set you uppa
Like a fried kipper.

Couldn’t trust them
As far as the eye can see
Well you, know an’ hear how
Them people thief bad.

Some gawn like them bad
But them a informers
An’ the biggest ones
You know are, the rock stars.

On the front line
A boy take it up his spine
They charge a man with murder
An’ they find him with a pipe.

A knife he was cork
Cramp up he couldn’t talk
They find an ounce of stone rock
In his silk boxer shorts.
Intent to supply
Open up his eyes wide
A now the paro set in
Watch his mouth start fly.

For a twenty dollar bill
Hell bent out to kill
He’s lost his liberty
An’ now his home is a cell.