Not a Badness - Tommy Lee Sparta

Ready fi circle dem with a tall clip

Little crayfish swear seh dem a artist

A me you cyaan diss, gunpoint me nah miss

That a no badness, hold on, weh you call this?

These banana clips no sell a market

Badness you a chuck youth, better you park it

See him 'pon a plane and 'fraid fi pass me

Bwoy could as all, want piss and cyaan piss

Sparta, no rifle we no shorter

Nowhere else no full a gun like Gaza

Teach dem a lesson, shot long like marker

Find out 'pon the border dem deh a gi' brawta

Create another disaster

Cyaan Ricochet, goal keeper me a kick off a

See him 'pon a stage, performance dry

So dem buss him forehead with a bottle a water

So you can gwaan act, not a bad, so gwaan chat

Uzi 'pon rapid, clap it, me nah stop

Fully auto the same mass shot off lox

Vultures and maggots feed 'pon your carcass

So weh you call that?

Not a badness

Me want fi know weh you call that, hmm-mmm

A weh you call that

Me want fi know weh you call that, hmm-mmm

Me nah thump out, pull me guns out

Squeeze the trigger, alive rounds a pump out

See him 'pon the plane as him hear me name

You want see him a try pull the window fi jump out

How him seh him bad?

as him seh me him punk out

Shaky!

like him did deh 'pon some coke

So me know seh dem fear man

Dawg, as the plane land, door fly, road runner run out

Nah do no crime, too fucking lie

Which four rifle?

Four catapult him buy

Me run in 'pon a endz, everybody a die

Before him apologize, full him up a hollow point

Crate a evoke like sparrow, a so marrow a fly

When the Thompson a fire 50 carbine

Dem a sing 'bout gun weh dem have and a hide

And when the guns out war start dem cyaan find

So weh you call that?

Not a badness

Me want fi know weh you call that, hmm-mmm

Now weh you call that

Me want fi know weh you call that

Me nah wait till the nine night over

Walk out bare face, rifle 'pon shoulder

War get dread, kill the coke smoker

Everybody weh frass, dem haffi get sober

Full a tricks like poker, evil like joker

Militancy kill everybody, Sparta soldier

When the clip dem empty time fi the forensic

Road full of lox, see piece a the nose yah

Boast 'bout three kill and never kill a man

How dem a tell lie?

And a put it inna song

Me pull back the hammer inna forehead shot a slam

Blood a run a marathon, dem yah matic yah no jam

Ever strap, ever have a gun inna me position

Glock inna me hand, fling a bottle bomb inna the van

Kill dem a the Spartan tradition

You cyaan be a, kill dem, kill dem

A the Spartan tradition

So weh you call that

Gun man a weh you call that

Joke thing dem

A weh you call that

Me nah lie

Me a murder

Hmmm-mmm, Sparta