It's Five Steez
And this the War for Peace
Representing Kingston streets, yu zimme
Inztinkz on the beat
Yow
I touch down, puff pounds on rough grounds
Where kids run down despite the gun sounds
A far cry from uptown where I rest my head
Pour out some Guinness, God bless the dead
Honour the ancestors though we in the Western
Face the direction of the east to find peace
Rapper by profession, black revolutionary
The hustlers and the gamblers salute already
Killers shoot the dezi, guerillas do respect me
Strategize war like moving a chesspiece
Unity is strength, we need to come together
And see the world can't be run corrupt forever
All the shotta link dem, killing politicians
Every innocent youth dead, two cops is missing
War can be vicious, are you with the snitches
Or the bloodsuckers making the people struggle
Rap calisthenics, it's dianetics for the diabetics
Flying pellets in the eyes of peasants, rewind the edits backwards
Live gats pulled right where them cats stood
In black hoods, rolling backwoods and holding raps good
Rap calisthenics, prophetics for the diabetics
Flying pellets in the eyes of peasants, rewind the edits backwards
Live gats pulled right where them cats stood
In black hoods, rolling backwoods and holding raps good
The prince, soon to be king, god and general
My laws is ethical, I war with several
Call the medical, my foes' thoughts is legible
Go off and wreck a crew if no squad respecting you
Roll on whichever dude, so calm, I'm next to you
Before you realize, it's "Hold on, I'm begging you"
Flow bars impeccable, Mozart incredible
Go hard for revenue, so large, I'm federal
Under surveillance for underworld associations
Being watched on closed circuit for open cases
You know I lace it, mi have di big link
Showing faces at the poker table like I'm holding basic
Flush crap from the game, taking all bets
Damien laced him plus I'm Jamaica's God blessed
Take a long breath, now breathe out
Pree the words coming out of Steez mouth
Rap calisthenics, it's dianetics for the diabetics
Flying pellets in the eyes of peasants, rewind the edits backwards
Live gats pulled right where them cats stood
In black hoods, rolling backwoods and holding raps good
Rap calisthenics, prophetics for the diabetics
Flying pellets in the eyes of peasants, rewind the edits backwards
Live gats pulled right where them cats stood
In black hoods, rolling backwoods and holding raps good