Popcaan Addresses NotNice Beef In New Song “Here To Stay”

Popcaan has released a new song, “Here To Stay,” amidst his feud with producer Notnice.

Following the social media beef that happened between dancehall artist Popcaan and producer NotNice, the deejay has released a new song called “Here To Stay” to let the haters know that he is a staple in the industry. The new track was produced by Dane Raychords on the See Me Clean Riddim. “Money man a pree/Poppy nuh ina di drama/Badmind p***y dem a try frame fada/God a fight wi battle/Man lef unuh to karma/P***y dem a pree me a try get wi out/I’m here to stay/Nuh call up wi name ina yuh s**k p***y mouth/I’m here to stay/Go tell every devil and demon/I’m here to stay/Tell dem man tougher than Leyland/I’m here to stay,” Popcaan sings on the track.

NotNice and Popcaan reportedly had a falling out a couple of years ago over a financial issue, and Poppy says that the producer still holds a grudge for that. The deejay recently shared his perspective of the beef on Instagram Live following Notnice calling him out of his name. He not only told fans exactly what happened, but he called out Notnice for embellishing the truth. Most fans believe at this point that Popcaan’s new song is no doubt a diss track or at least aimed at NotNice.

At the moment, Popcaan has two songs trending on YouTube in Jamaica, which are both Dane Ray produced records. I guess he really meant it when he said he didn’t need NotNice. The Unruly Boss is “here to stay” no matter what they say. Check out the new song now.

A$AP Ferg – World Is Mine lyrics

(feat. Big Sean)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg & Big Sean]
Yeah
Better get the fuck out my face
You always tellin’ me I got the world
Talkin’ all that shit
Bitch you better the fuck out my face
But I don’t have half of what I want to achieve
Na-na-na-na-na-na, fuck is you sayin’
I got to get it

[Hook 1: Big Sean + A$AP Ferg]
She tried to tell me that the world is mine
I know that ain’t true
And even though I want it all
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
She tried to tell me that the world is mine
I know that ain’t true
And even though I want it all
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
She tried to tell me that the world is mine
But you know it ain’t true, you know it ain’t true
I’m tryna make a dollar, get my ass up out of Harlem
Cause you know the haters watching and the bullets ain’t cool
Ain’t you, attracted to a powerful motherfucker
Don’t wanna be compared to these rapper dude motherfuckers
Who turnin’ so passionate when they battling motherfuckers
But never get a crib up in Malibu motherfucker
And I don’t want to wind up like him
He can’t afford that Tom Ford, you won’t like that man
Grinding that old food, no AC or fan
No trips to Jamaica, babe you gets no tan
I wanna pull up pull up in a 4-4 or Benz
A Sprinter van, with the TVs in
Your crew jump in, I’m getting those jeans
If we keep on, fuckin’ fly to Japan
You say that this shit mami, ‘cause you my girl
You say you just need me and need no one else
But I’m full of ambition to take over the world

[Hook 2: Big Sean + A$AP Ferg]
She tried to tell me that the world is mine
And I know its true
And even though I got it all
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
She tried to tell me that the world is mine
I know that ain’t true
And even though I got it all
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
Funny how it all go go, you never could know though
What happened to Tiger was Kobe, you know hoes
Get caught in a photo, lipstick on your polo
And all the trust that you builds right out the door door
Y’all went from lovebirds to looking like Dodos
And that shit gon’ last, for months it’ll go go
And that shit gon’ drag, drag on like komodo
Over a bitch that look like Quasimodo, god!
Now you calling and checkin’ in
All the time like your ass still on parole though
Wondering if you just better off solo
You paying a price, but is that what it owe though?
Praying up to god about shit that’s not even holy
You like “she tripping over bitches saying that they know me”
Then she put the pussy on me, swear that shit control me
That shit control me, man that shit control me

[Hook 2: Big Sean + A$AP Ferg]
She tried to tell me that the world is mine
And I know its true
And even though I got it all
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
She tried to tell me that the world is mine
I know that ain’t true
And even though I got it all
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose

Vybz Kartel Drops New Mama Anthem “Thank You Mama”


Vybz Kartel dedicates his new single to his mother, “Thank You Mama.”

The mama anthem was produced by Jones Ave Record, the same producer behind his viral hit “Mhm Hm.” “She cook me food that make me stronger / I got to testify that mommy I love you / Gave me all woh whats the charge / She said no cost, she said I love you you / Thank you mama,” Kartel deejay over an upbeat dancehall riddim.

Vybz Kartel told his fans at the end of the summer that he would be dropping a ton of new music leading up to the holiday season and he has been making good on his promise, dropping an average of two songs per week. He currently has around three songs in the top ten dancehall songs in Jamaica right now and this new track sounds like another hit for the Gazanation deejay.

Listen Vybz Kartel new song “Thank You Mama” below.

Chronixx Calls For Buju Banton Concert Promoted By Government


If Chronixx has his way then the government would promote a massive concert for Buju Banton when he is released next year.

The young reggae act made a surprised performance at Dubwise in St. Andrew last weekend where he calls for the Jamaican government to support reggae music, as well as, to host a massive concert for Buju Banton. “It is the number one export in this country,” Chronixx said about reggae/dancehall music.

“It’s the only thing that we export all year round. The city of London invite me the city of Kingston neva invite me to do a show yet, enuh,” the singer added. “They don’t think it’s worth it to say we are going to put in our budget $20 million for Buju Banton and Sizzla to perform.”

Buju Banton is a legend in reggae and dancehall music after starting out his career doing hardcore dancehall and later transitioned into Jamaica’s more conscious musical art form. The Grammy-winning reggae singer is currently serving a 10 year prison sentence for drug trafficking and will be released from prison at the end of next year. Buju was convicted in 2011 for three counts of drug trafficking and filed numerous appeals which he lost.

Do you think that the Jamaican government should fund a Buju Banton benefit concert when he is released?

Chronixx Building Schools In Jamaica and Ghana


Chronixx is using his own resources and his star power for a worthy cause.

The reggae singer announced on Instagram this week that he is building a school in Ghana and refurbishing another school in his homeland Jamaica. “We are now working with some of our elders of the Rastafari community and sisters like [Donisha] to make this into a possibility by JULY 2018,” he wrote.

Chronixx will be teaming up with Chakabars and Fuzeodg to raise $500,000 for the cause. “I’m teaming up with @chakabars and @fuseodg to raise $500,000,” he added. “We are building a school in #Ghana and launch a major refurbishing project at our Haile Selassie High School here in #payneland #jamaica. We are now working with some of our elders of the Rastafari community and sisters like @iamdonisha to make this into a possibility by JULY 2018. Visit @chakabars ig for more details…and stay tuned as we engage ourselves deeper into this noble initiative. All people within our global Rastafari and cultural community…Mek wi build some school…all a mi artiste and athlete and creative bredrin dem worldwide. Half a mil. #WeWillRiseTogether.”

You can contribute to the funds at Gofundme.com here. So far they have raised over 12,000 pounds.

Swipe left I’m teaming up with @chakabars and @fuseodg to raise $500,000. We are building a school in #Ghana and launch a major refurbishing project at our Haile Selassie High School here in #payneland #jamaica. We are now working with some of our elders of the Rastafari community and sisters like @iamdonisha to make this into a possibility by JULY 2018. Visit @chakabars ig for more details…and stay tuned as we engage ourselves deeper into this noble initiative. All people within our global Rastafari and cultural community…Mek wi build some school…all a mi artiste and athlete and creative bredrin dem worldwide. Half a mil. #WeWillRiseTogether

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Vanessa Bling On Cardi B Cosign “She always support my music”


Cardi B gave Vanessa Bling a big cosign last month when Offset drop a half a million dollar engagement ring on her finger.

Shortly after getting her ring, Cardi B posted a video showing off her 8-karat rock while listening to Vanessa Bling 2011 dancehall banger “Everything Fi Hold Him.” Bardi got a lot of shoutout from her Jamaican fan base for posting the clip and now she is getting some major props from Vanessa Bling herself.

“Cardi B always support my music even before she buss and get big in the music business,” Bling said. “I rate her and love how she’s a true hustler. She’s a real girl and I’m glad for her. I love how she never give up and always kept pushing for greatness.”

Cardi B is currently working on a collaboration with Vanessa Bling’s former mentor Vybz Kartel. The “Bodak Yellow” rapper was in Jamaica last week shooting a new music video with Rvssian and doing some recording for her upcoming album. Do you think Cardi B and Vanessa Bling should work on a collaboration?

Bling has been touring extensively Europe and Africa over the past couple of weeks and so far she said the journey has been great. She posted a pic of herself yesterday in Jerusalem praying. “Today is a happy day for me #Jerusalem this is where my Father was put to rest I only see this place on TV Christmas time. Now am here DEAR LORD I THANK YOU,” she wrote.

#cardib endorses #vanessabling #dancehall ?

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Vybz Kartel and Cardi B Collaboration Coming Soon Says Rvssian


Vybz Kartel and Cardi B dropping a new collaboration, producer Rvssian confirmed.

The “Bodak Yellow” rapper was in Jamaica last week to shoot a music video for the famed producer but seems that was not all she did in reggae land. There were some rumors floating around claiming that she visited Vybz Kartel in prison, but sources told us that did not happen. Instead, she spends some time at GeeJam villa where there is a studio and record some new music.

Over the weekend, Cardi B wrote on Instagram that Vybz Kartel is her favorite artist of all time. “I can cry @vybzkartel is my favorite artist of all time Me and my friends teenagehood was all about dancing to @vybzkartel #FreeVybz,” she wrote. She didn’t mention the new collaborative single, but what artist don’t want to work with their idol.

Rvssian and Vybz Kartel are again working on new music. Last week the longtime collaborators released the new hit single “Kremlin” featured on the producer’s new project, Moscow Riddim. The incarcerated deejay has cranked up the dial in the past two months by releasing a flurry of new singles including “Mhm Hm,” “Don’t Come Back,” and “Kremlin.”

#cardib and #rvssian in #Jamaica shooting a video

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Cardi B Flew To Jamaica To Shoot Video With Rvssian & Ozuma


Cardi B was in Jamaica this week to shoot a video with Rvssian and reggaeton artist Ozuma.

The “Bodak Yellow” rapper touched down in Jamrock on Wednesday via a private jet and we’re told that she was staying at the secluded GeeJam villa in Portland. Sources told us that the trio were shooting the video for the single “Sooner.” Cardi B announced via Instagram Live on Wednesday that she is on her way to Jamaica. “On my way to Jamaica!” she wrote sending her Jamaican fans into a frenzy.

On Friday, Rvssian posted a video clip on IG of himself and Cardi B hanging out on set the video shoot. “We in Jamaica,” Cardi B said. “We doing this video for sooner and its hotter than a motherf****.” In October, Rvssian posted a photo of himself, Card and Ozuma in the studio recording the new single.

“We shooting the video with Cardi B and Ozuna in Jamaica, so we bringing the culture to Jamaica,” the producer said. “And the song is a dancehall song. On the dancehall scene, I have two new juggling rhythms dropping in the next two weeks.”

Cardi B will be making a club appearance in New Orleans tonight.

#cardib and #rvssian in #Jamaica shooting a video

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Chris Brown – I Love Her Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh yeah

[Verse 1]
Baby, I know you gon’ blame me for every problem (na na no, yeah)
Know everybody got some skeletons in their closet (oh yeah, huh)
You’re always saying I don’t love you right? (I know you would, huh)
And now you looking for somebody that’s gon’ do you better
I know you fuck with bitches, hope they get you wetter
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I hope you niggas get some bitches in Jamaica
Me no gon’ deal with fuck freaky, just paper
I know you better, when we all alone
Fuck a text message or a letter, bitch, we grown
Bein’ sneaky and fuckin’ with a lame nigga
Live your life, bet you, you won’t be the same nigga

[Pre-Chorus]
They say haters be in they feelings
I’ve been a sucka for the love, gotta let it go
‘Cause I see that you love different
My homies always tryna tell me nigga, let her go

[Chorus]
But I love, I love her, I love her, I can’t let it go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I love, I love her, I can’t let it go (oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ma do what I got to do, baby
But I love, I love, I love her, I can’t let her go

[Verse 2]
When I lick the pussy, don’t hear talkin’
I’m not gonna, I’m gon’ haffi find a way out
You want that boxer right now, get me vexed, turn the lights down
Don’t let these girls fuck your head up
I wanna lick it so you tell your bitches I did my thing
Even though you said you wouldn’t say nothin’
Tryna get your bitches away from me
Pour up a eight up, I just light some

[Pre-Chorus]
They say haters be in they feelings
I’ve been a sucka for the love, gotta let it go
‘Cause I see that you love different
My homies always tryna tell me nigga, let her go

[Chorus]
But I love, I love her, I love her, I can’t let it go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I love, I love her, I can’t let it go (oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ma do what I got to do, baby
But I love, I love, I love her, I can’t let her go

Beenie Man Says Spice Is Not The New Queen Of Dancehall


Beenie Man says Spice is not the new queen of dancehall music at least not yet.

Earlier this tear, Spice crowned herself the new reigning queen of Jamaica’s dominant music genre, dancehall, a title previously held by Lady Saw who is now a gospel artist and a pastor. In 2015, Lady Saw relinquished her crown to become a Christian and she never looked back. She struggled with the transition for years before finally making her break-through. Since then no one stepped up to set on the throne at least not until this year when Spice stepped up to the plate.

There is no doubt that Spice has been a force in dancehall for the past few years, but is it enough to wear the crown for the queen of the dancehall? Beenie Man answered that question during an interview with Winford Williams on OnStage last weekend. “Well the queen of dancehall baptized now… Marion Hall [Lady Saw], the queen of dancehall baptized,” Beenie Man said. “So I am here to see the next queen to come.” When asked about Spice crowning herself, Beenie said, “Well she is the one that stepped up to the plate but that’s not how you become the queen.”

“Because if you’re going to take Lady Saw crown then you have to do what Lady Saw did like no disrespect, you can’t do less work and [want to be the queen],” Beenie added. The dancehall king lamented that Spice will have to elevate her career to the same heights as Lady Saw in order to gain the respect of the fans. “Becomes that artist that you know… she is Spice in Jamaica, she is Spice everywhere Jamaicans is, she is Spice everywhere Caribbean people is, she needs to be Spice where American and British people meet,” the Doc continues. “I am not talking about watching Instagram and talking about song, reaching the people ears the right way, being that artist that we can sit down in Jamaica and look on you on MTV and look on you on VH1 and say alright she has done it and she has reached that point. Because Lady Saw did it and she reached that point.”

Beenie Man added that Spice is more like the queen-elect, but still has more work to do to elevate her career to the next level.

Vybz Kartel “Kremlin” Lyrics


(Intro)
How them mean mi naan voice fi Rvssian (lough)
Yow Tarik yo hear the pu**y them?

(Verse 1)
Me and the toll alone a lock the road
Lyrics by the the factory load
Who borrow me style fi know say dem owe me pon the loan
We a mega star, so everything we do it haffi show
“Look he put in braces, look he just went to court”
It’s on entertainment report
How dem wah fi test the best weh eva come from Jamaica?
Dawg, that’s just a figment of unno imagination
Addi bad before father time a f**k mother nature
So me bad before the very beginning of creation
Gyal a gi me p*ssy, so me haffi bun the panty raper
Dawg, if you love the red so much, mek you no buy tomato
If you dream fi run the place, me tell you try no wake up!

(Chorus)
Kremlin a get dem out, Rvssian inna town
Addi have the crown, that’s how dynasties evolve
Represent a weh you from, Waterford enuh
Portmore a our drugs, Waterford enuh
Kremlin a get dem out, Rvssian inna town
Addi have the crown, that’s how dynasties evolve
Represent a weh you from, Waterford enuh
Portmore a our drugs, Waterford enuh

(Verse 2)
Cairo get a almanac, bet unno say Adidja
A go run the place all when me 50, what a caliber
Higher than the Dutch inna the coffee shop
So me trick the trickster with the dove inna the magic hat
Huh, see say dem a copy cat!
A no nothing that me a the prototype, the quintessential
Nuff a go drop out, the flex alone a gi dem indigestion
Peptobismal lock the pharmacy inna the pu**y section
While you there, wash yuh dutty heart with some disinfectant
Nah go tek you more than bout a hour, sixty, sixty seconds
Addi a the king, the boss, the don, me nah fi run election
Fittest of the fittest, call it natural selection

(Chorus)
Kremlin a get dem out, Rvssian inna town
Addi have the crown, that’s how dynasties evolve
Represent a weh you from, Waterford enuh
Portmore a our drugs, Waterford enuh
Kremlin a get dem out, Rvssian inna town
Addi have the crown, that’s how dynasties evolve
Represent a weh you from, Waterford enuh
Portmore a our drugs, Waterford enuh

(Repeat Verse 1)
Me and the toll alone a lock the road
Lyrics by the the factory load
Who borrow me style fi know say dem owe me pon the loan
We a mega star, so everything we do it haffi show
“Look he put in braces, look he just went to court”
It’s on entertainment report
How dem wah fi test the best weh eva come from Jamaica?
Dawg, that’s just a figment of unno imagination
Addi bad before father time a f*ck mother nature
So me bad before the very beginning of creation
Gyal a gi me p*ssy, so me haffi bun the panty raper
Dawg, if you love to red so much, mek you no buy tomato
If you dream fi run the place, me tell you try no wake up!

(Chorus)
Kremlin a get dem out, Rvssian inna town
Addi have the crown, that’s how dynasties evolve
Represent a weh you from, Waterford enuh
Portmore a our drugs, Waterford enuh
Kremlin a get dem out, Rvssian inna town
Addi have the crown, that’s how dynasties evolve
Represent a weh you from, Waterford enuh
Portmore a our drugs, Waterford enuh

Watch Vybz Kartel “Mhm Hm” Video


Vybz Kartel drop three music videos this weekend but perhaps the most anticipated of all of them is “Mhm Hm.”

The single went viral following its released last month and triggered a massive sales boast for oatmeal, peanuts and Suppligen in Jamaica, that’s the power of Vybz Kartel. The cut was directed by Dameon Gayle of Terminal 4 Media. Since round the end of the summer this year, Kartel released more than a dozen new singles, but this is a fan favorite. He also released another video for his single “Don’t Come Back.”

Vybz Kartel received some criticisms over the summer from some dancehall fans for not releasing enough new music. Now that he has responded to fans plea for more new material, they can’t get enough. “Mhm Hm” received close to 3.5 million views on YouTube in the first month of being released, clocking roughly 1 million views per week.

Gucci Mane’s Wife Keyshia Ka’Oir Shot Back At Critics


Gucci Mane‘s wife Keyshia Ka’Oir is already feeling the hate on social media.

The couple tied the knot in a lavish wedding ceremony on Tuesday night in Miami. The $1.7 million wedding was broadcast live on BET and millions of fans tuned in. The couple are now on their honeymoon but Keyshia Ka’Oir had to deal with some social media trolls who started rumors about her having three kids in Jamaica. One female even posted a video on Twitter claiming that she is her sister and did not get an invitation to her wedding.

“I do not have three kids in Jamaica,” she tweeted, before adding in a second tweet, “I do not have a sister !!! I’m the only girl! I have 3 brothers and one is dead!.” Ka’oir was born in St. Thomas, Jamaica before migrating to the United States. Before she started dating Gucci Mane, she was a video model and head of her own cosmetic company.

Gucci Mane and Keyshia Ka’oir also landed their own reality TV show on BET and the wedding night premier of the show is now the number one cable series premiere so far this year. Guwop has been showering his new bride with gifts including a Rolls Royce Wraith and some expensive jewelries. Gucci proposed to Ka’oir last year at a Atlanta Hawks NBA game. The rapper planned the whole thing out including the time when the pair would appear on the jumbotron. The past year has been hugely successful for Gucci Man who has released four albums already since his release from prison last year. He also released his auto-biography last month to rave reviews.

I DO NOT HAVE THREE KIDS IN JAMAICA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

— Keyshia Ka'oir Davis (@KeyshiaKaoir) October 19, 2017

I DO NOT HAVE A SISTER !!! I'M THE ONLY GIRL! I HAVE 3 BROTHERS & ONE IS DEAD!

— Keyshia Ka'oir Davis (@KeyshiaKaoir) October 19, 2017

Say what nowwwwwwww? pic.twitter.com/O2J4lnGDPb

— Keyshia Ka'oir Davis (@KeyshiaKaoir) October 19, 2017

Vybz Kartel’s “Mhm Hm” Hit 3 Million Views In Less Than A Month


Vybz Kartel single “Mhm Hm” is the hottest new single in dancehall currently and has already hit three million views in less than a month.

It’s been three weeks since Vybz Kartel drop the infectious new single and already it’s the most popular song in dancehall both in Jamaica and overseas. The track is currently clocking around a million views on YouTube per week and showing no signs of slowing down. Kartel’s team is currently shooting the visuals for the song which will arrive later this month.

“We are shooting that video now so you can expect it late October,” sources told Dancehallhiphop.com. “The video will be fun just like the single is fun and catchy. Right now ‘Mhm Hm’ is the most requested song in parties and on radios. You can say that this will be the biggest dancehall song of the year. No other have a song that gain so much traction so fast this year.”

Aidonia fans might not agree with that assessment since his single “Yeah Yeah” is also a monster hit this year and gain a lot of traction in dancehall very fast.

Bunny Wailer to be Honored With Order Of Merit


On October 16th, Bunny Wailer is slated to receive the Order of Merit at Kings House in Kingston for his influence in pioneering reggae music.

This is Bunny Wailer’s third National Honor by the Jamaican government, however, this is more significant since it is the third highest honor granted in Jamaica by the state. In an interview with the Observer, Wailer expressed his gratitude. “I did not expect it, but knew it was something that ones spoke to me about being due based of the vastness of my contribution and my focus on preserving the legacy of The Wailers, not only to the music but to the Rastafari culture and community,” he said. “It is growing on me as my greatest recognition. It’s like getting that final PhD.”

Peter Tosh, Bob Marley along with Wailer formed The Wailers in 1963, but it wasn’t until 1972 that the group got their big break and landed a contract with Island Records. Some of The Wailers top songs includes “Natty Dread,” “I shot the Sheriff,” and “Get Up Stand Up.” Bunny Wailer left the group in 1974 and went on to acquire the surname Wailer.

The reggae legen went on to win Grammy awards for his 1996 for the album Time Will Tell: A Tribute to Bob Marley,’ 1995 ‘Crucial! Roots Classics’ and 1997 ‘Hall of Fame: A Tribute to Bob Marley ‘s 50th Anniversary (RAS).’ Some of Bunny Wailer’s most popular singles includes ‘Jammins’, ‘Collyman’, ‘Dancing Shoes’ and ‘Bald Head Jesus’.

As one of the founding member of the Wailer and only Survivor of the group Bunny has contributed a lot to Jamaica music. The group began in a time when political warfare’s was on the rampage and their songs spoke a lot about equal rights and justice which had a huge impact socially in Jamaica back then. Their message of peace and love in their music would help them to become global icons in music.

President Trump Uses Usain Bolt To Justify Beef With NFL Players Over National Anthem

President Trump is now using the great legend Usain Bolt as a means to justify his beef with NFL players over the national anthem.

In case you have been living off the grid for a while, last weekend Trump ignite another firestorm at a political rally when he bashed NFL players who kneel during the playing of the national anthem, calling them SOBs. There has been widespread backlash over his statement and he has been tweeting about it since last weekend.

His latest tweet is a video of Usain Bolt at The London 2012 Summer Olympics where he was doing an interview after winning a gold medal. Bolt stopped the interview while the national anthem of the United States was being played so he could stand and pay respect. “Even Usain Bolt from Jamaica, one of the greatest runners and athletes of all time, showed RESPECT for our National Anthem!” Trump wrote on Twitter in his latest campaign against the NFL players who take a knee during the national anthem.

Usain Bolt immediately became a trending topic on Twitter and a lot of his fans are saying that he shouldn’t be dragged into this.

Even Usain Bolt from Jamaica, one of the greatest runners and athletes of all time, showed RESPECT for our National Anthem! ???? pic.twitter.com/zkenuAP9RS

— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) September 27, 2017

During an interview with ESPN last year September, Usain Bolt spoke about Colin Kaepernick who started the take a knee protest movement in the NFL. “Everyone has the right to their own opinion,” Bolt said. “If you feel strongly about something and you want to voice your opinion, I feel it’s your right, so, that’s how I look at it because that’s how life is.”

Internet: "What does Usain Bolt have to do with protesting against US police brutality?"

Trump: "Uh, he's a black athlete?" ????

— Jake Watt (@JakeChatty) September 27, 2017

94 degrees in Puerto Rico. 44% of these people have no water.

Donald Trump is tweeting about Usain Bolt respecting the US national anthem.

— Michael (@Schmutzie_) September 27, 2017

Another fun fact about Usain Bolt: he was able to win without help from the Russians!

— Magic (@mmagic_mman) September 27, 2017

Watch Kyla & Popcaan New Video “You Ain’t Mine”

R&B singer Kyla travels to Jamaica to link up with her collaborator Popcaan for the “You Ain’t Mine” video.

The track has been doing well among dancehall fans overseas since it’s release earlier this month. The Philippines singer travels to Jamaica recently to shoot the video with director Lil Internet. The cut shows some breathtaking video of the island mountain side and the ocean. The clip starts out with Kyla showing off her banging body before linking up with Popcaan later in the night. Some local dancers also show off their dance moves.

Kyla career has been blowing up since last year when Drake sampled her 2008 funky single “Do You Mind?” for his dancehall banger “One Dance.” That track was one of the biggest song on the planet last year and could go down as one of the biggest hits of both their careers. Her newest hit “You Ain’t Mine” is with dancehall great Popcaan and we will be watching this track closely to see how well is does. This marks the second time that the R&B singer is working with the Unruly Boss.

Justin Bieber – Maserati Lyrics

JUSTIN BIEBER
Maserati Lyrics

(Jaden Smith & Justin Bieber)
Ah
What’s up Jaden?
I’m feeling nice right now
I’m feeling good to bro
I’m feeling really nice right now
Swag
Swaggy
I’m in my closet right now
Literally in your closet?
I’m literally in my closet right now recording this song like a g
Misfits
You are a g bro
You’re a wrap
You’re a wrap bro
Ah swag
Swaggy, swaggy, swaggy, swaggy
(Jaden Smith)
Oh, I ain’t never met a groupie
All I meet is ladies
And I like my privacy
So I got a Mercedes
Got these chokers shaking
Reminding me have hated
Sorry ’bout the security
It’s only for your safety
Cause baby I’ll be pimpin’
Holler if you see me
I’m probably in Miami
With my girl in a bikini
Text me if you need me
Touch me if you’re greedy
‘Cause you’ll probably be with Nicki
While she says Waikiki
How we the illest and the youngest?
I really don’t know how we the killest and the dumbest
Swear it’s really early
But I don’t know where the sun is
And girl just take my hand
While I knock away these hundreds
Cause the crowd is going crazy
Money coming in bundles
Sorry that I couldn’t see you
It’s hard to see through my stunners
Dumb blondes be sayin’ I’m the funnest
All I’m hearing is claps
Though I don’t know where the drum is
Girl you like it
So just give me the mic
And I’ll get you so excited
Tell me what you want
I’ll go home and write it
To a old school beat
Baby take your lip and bite it
Oh jeez
Girl you got me and you gon’ make me work
Cause it’s usually a hobby
And no I really like you
And no it’s not your body
But trust me that’s a plus
Cause you’re hotter than wasabi
And I’m diggin’ on your kicks
Jokers talking ’bout karate
When I want a girl I just whip out the Maserati
No I can’t drive it
It’s only for the show
And I like to wear the (?)
Watch them circus glow
Girl I’m on like a light bulb
Are you coming home from the night club?
‘Cause I tried to get in but I ain’t reached the height limit
That might be over but the night isn’t so I’m
So text me if you tryna chill with Wesley
Cause me and Mandy are chillin’
So don’t wear nothing dressy
Inside jokes are only funny when you get them
So (?) is the place to be (?) and I’m living in them dance halls
Alright J I think I got it from here
Justin Bieber
Headphones on yeah
Turn them up a little bit
(Justin Bieber)
Baby I’m the man
I felt that you knew that
I’m now in Japan
Just because I do that
So baby don’t you stop it
Baby can you drop it
I give you my chain
I style like Kentucky
Money on my mind
And you on my mind
Too much on my mind
Too big for my time
And everybody know that
Baby I’m the man
Can’t you understand
Keep you wondering
If I’m the wonderman
And you’re in wonderland
Hey my name is JB
I’m always rocking Vans
And if I was your boyfriend
I would love you till the end
I’d kiss your face in public
You can tell all of your friends
Baby girl you got that body
Would you like to go to France?
We can fly there on my jet babe
I can give you jetlag
I don’t do Jamaica baby
I can make you sweat babe
And if you ain’t in the crew
You’ll never get this
Posted at the crib with the Misfits

AZEALIA BANKS – Chi Chi lyrics

Hands up, it’s a hold up
Keep them pies hot nigga, pack the heater in the holster
Slip the clip in and pop it, they tried to G me on the quota
I could picture ya noggin’ rockin’, you peasy on the corner
I stretch it with the soda
Whip the cream to the top, pot Betty with the shoulder
Got the keys to the drop top, but I’m in the Rover
Keep them fiends on that clock, clock, came to get the dough up

Niggas, I be wildin’ for that cheddar, for that paper
Island hoppin’ in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica
Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo
You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll
Tell ’em niggas we be grindin’ till the motherfuckin’ day o’er
Bet you read about it, bet you plottin’, bet you hatin’
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the –

Hear my Lexus purr, I just crept to jers
Got genuine leather interi and my texture fur
Icy bezel, I’m freezy and my necklace splurge
Watch me run up on them niggas with that tech and burst
Now niggas wreck their dough for my X and O
La Perla provocateur lace, I feed ’em sex and blow
Chi Chi got it from some gualas in Calexico
Click-c-click, blam, you be next to go

Sittin’ in the drop-top
Got money in my pocket, drugs in the glove box
I don’t even like ya
(Don’t wanna be nothin’ near like ya)
All of my bitches get money they made
All of my niggas is handsome with waves
All of these rappers is pussy
You heard they be stuntin’ on wax but they really afraid
You a hi-top with a cut on your fade
Harlem shake in the midde with a fuckin’ parade
Told you to put some respect on my name
And stop talkin’ that shit, put that check on my name
Uh, put the check in my name
Weather advisor, we can’t stop the rain
I do not have time to entertain lames
Won’t say no names ’cause I won’t give you fames
Gang-gang-gang-gang, bang-bang-bang-bang
My niggas gorillas and orangutans
Live from the zoo, this the new 212
When I move with the crew, y’all bird niggas can’t hang

Niggas, I be wildin’ for that cheddar, for that paper
Island hoppin’ in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica
Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo
You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll
Tell ’em niggas we be grindin’ till the motherfuckin’ day o’er
Bet you read about it, bet you plottin’, bet you hatin’
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo

Azealia Banks – Chi Chi lyrics

Hands up, it’s a hold up
Keep them pies hot nigga, pack the heater in the holster
Slip the clip in and pop it, they tried to G me on the quota
I could picture ya noggin’ rockin’, you peasy on the corner
I stretch it with the soda
Whip the cream to the top, pot Betty with the shoulder
Got the keys to the drop top, but I’m in the Rover
Keep them fiends on that clock, clock, came to get the dough up

Niggas, I be wildin’ for that cheddar, for that paper
Island hoppin’ in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica
Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo
You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll
Tell ’em niggas we be grindin’ till the motherfuckin’ day o’er
Bet you read about it, bet you plottin’, bet you hatin’
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the –

Hear my Lexus purr, I just crept to jers
Got genuine leather interi and my texture fur
Icy bezel, I’m freezy and my necklace splurge
Watch me run up on them niggas with that tech and burst
Now niggas wreck their dough for my X and O
La Perla provocateur lace, I feed ’em sex and blow
Chi Chi got it from some gualas in Calexico
Click-c-click, blam, you be next to go

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Sittin’ in the drop-top
Got money in my pocket, drugs in the glove box
I don’t even like ya
(Don’t wanna be nothin’ near like ya)
All of my bitches get money they made
All of my niggas is handsome with waves
All of these rappers is pussy
You heard they be stuntin’ on wax but they really afraid
You a hi-top with a cut on your fade
Harlem shake in the midde with a fuckin’ parade
Told you to put some respect on my name
And stop talkin’ that shit, put that check on my name
Uh, put the check in my name
Weather advisor, we can’t stop the rain
I do not have time to entertain lames
Won’t say no names ’cause I won’t give you fames
Gang-gang-gang-gang, bang-bang-bang-bang
My niggas gorillas and orangutans
Live from the zoo, this the new 212
When I move with the crew, y’all bird niggas can’t hang

Niggas, I be wildin’ for that cheddar, for that paper
Island hoppin’ in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica
Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo
You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll
Tell ’em niggas we be grindin’ till the motherfuckin’ day o’er
Bet you read about it, bet you plottin’, bet you hatin’
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo

The heart part 4 – Kendrick Lamar lyrics

Lyrics Kendrick Lamar – The heart part 4

Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you.(the heart part 4)

Thirty millions later, my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Travel ’round the atlas in this spaceship
Candy-coated, my day shift’s
Been devoted to f*ckin’ up bundles of paper
Pi equals three-fourteen
The devil’s pie is big enough to justify the whole thing
Wait up, lampin’ in Jamaica versuri-lyrics.info
The clouds turnin’, my thoughts turnin’
Burnin’ castor oil, I been determined to make an earnin’
This seed in this soil is classified
I’m satisfied when I strategize my kid’s future
I ain’t sanctified enough to say that I won’t shoot ya
I done vandalized the industry full circuit
The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this
Scum of a land that transcend two surfaces
The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture
The more blood pours, but..(the heart part 4)

Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you.

My fans can’t wait for me to son ya punk-ass
And crush ya whole lil’ shit
I’ll Big Pun ya punk-ass, you a scared little b*tch
Tiptoein’ around my name, nigga, you lame
And when I get at you, homie
Don’t you just tell me you was just playin’
Oh, I was just playin’, K-Dot
C’mon, you know a nigga rock with you, bro
Shut the f*ck up, you sound like the last nigga I know
Might end up like the last nigga I know
Oh, you don’t wanna clash? Nigga, I know
I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor
Hoppin’ out before the vehicle crash, I’m on a roll
Yellin’, “One, two, three, four, five
I am the greatest rapper alive!”
So damn great, motherf*cker, I’ve died
What you hearin’ now is a paranormal vibe
House on the hill, house on the beach, nigga (facts)
A condo in Compton, I’m still in reach, nigga (facts)
I’m fresh out the water, I’m ’bout to breach, nigga
The five-foot giant woke up out of his sleep, nigga
Oh yeah, oh yeah, mo’ cars, mo’ leers
Mo’ bars, no peers, no scars, no fear—f*ck y’all, sincere
I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers
You know what the risk is
Earthed in ditches, your body revertin’ to stiffness
The whole world gone mad
Bodies is addin’ up, market’s about to crash
Niggas is fake rich, b*tches is fake bad
Blacks that act white, whites that do the dab
Donald Trump is a chump
Know how we feel, punk? Tell ’em that God comin’
And Russia need a replay button, y’all up to somethin’
Electorial votes look like memorial votes
But America’s truth ain’t ignorin’ the votes
It’s blasphemy, how many gon’ blast for me?
I prophesized on my last song, you laughed at me
Oh, when the shit get brackin’, don’t you ask for me
How many leaders gon’ tell you the truth after me?
G Malone big bro, kudos to him
I was two O’s from a M, tryna be big as Em
Thirty millions later, my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits
You lookin’ at me in Chucks, I’m lookin’ at y’all suits
Me and Top Dawg playin’ rock-paper-scissors in court
A real hustler lose money just to go get some more
I said it’s like that, drop one classic, came right back
‘Nother classic, right back
My next album, the whole industry on the ice pack
With TOC, you see the flames
In my E-Y-E’s; it’s not a game
And the whole world is goin’ mad, daddy, it’s sad, daddy
My only advice? Go and get you a bag, daddy
Lee Baca on trial, tryna portray a boxer
Beatin’ up on my niggas while the CO’s watch him
Tables turned, lesson learned, my best look
You jumped sides on me, now you ’bout to meet Westbrook
Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you
Just know, the next game played I might slap the shit out you
Technical foul, I’m flagrant, I’m foul
They throwin’ me out, you throw in the towel
Look at the crowd, they— (Nah, I don’t like that)
Look at my smile, I’m smirkin’
Calm but urgent (That ain’t the style, f*ck!)
So many verses, you live in denial (f*ck!)
So many verses, I never run out (What?)
You makin’ him nervous, the music is loud
Ho, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit yo’ punk ass down!
(Sit yo’ punk ass down!)
So that means you ain’t bigger than rapping (What else?)
So that means no more playin’ the back scenes (What else?)
My spot is solidified if you ask me (What else?)
My name is identified as “That King”
I’ll let y’all worry about a list, I’m on some other shit
A difference between accomplishments and astonishments
You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever
Y’all got ’til April the 7th to get y’all shit together.(the heart part 4)

Let’s get it
Look, look
On foenemmm.
Kendrick Lamar lyrics
Video part 4

KENDRICK LAMAR – The Heart Part 4 lyrics

Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you

30 millions later, my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Travel round the atlas in this spaceship candy-coated
My day shift’s been devoted to fuckin’ up bundles of paper
Pi equals 3.14
The devil’s pie is big enough to justify the whole thing
Wait up
Lampin’ in Jamaica, the cloud’s turnin’, my thought’s turnin’
Burnin’ castor oil, I been determined to make an earnin’
This seed in this soil is classified
I’m satisfied when I strategize my kid’s future
I ain’t sanctified enough to say that I won’t shoot ya
I done vandalized the industry full circuit
The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this
Scum of a land that transcends two surfaces
The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture
The more blood pours, but…

Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you

My fans can’t wait for me to son ya punk ass and crush your whole lil shit
I’ll Big Pun ya punk ass, you a scared little bitch
Tiptoein’ around my name, nigga ya lame
And when I get at you homie don’t you just tell me you was just playin’
Oh I was just playin’ with you K-Dot, c’mon
You know a nigga rock with you, bro
Shut the fuck up, you sound like the last nigga I know
Might end up like the last nigga I know
Oh you don’t wanna clash? Nigga, I know
I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor
Hoppin’ out before the vehicle crash, I’m on a roll
Yellin’, “1, 2, 3, 4, 5
I am the greatest rapper alive”
So damn great motherfucker I’ve died
What you hearin’ now is a paranormal vibe
House on the hill, house on the beach nigga (facts)
A condo in Compton, I’m still in reach nigga (facts)
I’m fresh out the water I’m ’bout to breach nigga
The five foot giant woke up out of his sleep nigga
Oh yeah, oh yeah, more cars, more leers
More bars, no peers, no scars, no fear, fuck y’all, sincere
I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers, you know what the risk is
Earth indigenous, ya body reverting to stiffness
The whole world goin’ mad
Bodies is adding up, market’s about to crash
Niggas is fake rich, bitches is fake bad
Blacks that act white, Whites that do the dab
Donald Trump is a chump, know how we feel, punk
Tell ’em that God comin’
And Russia need a replay button, y’all up to somethin’
Electorial votes look like memorial votes
But America’s truth ain’t ignorin’ the votes
It’s blasphemy, how many gon’ blast for me?
I prophesied on my last song, you laughed at me
Oh when the shit get brackin’, don’t you ask for me
How many leaders gon’ tell you the truth after me?
G Malone big bro, kudos to him
I was 2 Os from an M, tryna be big as Em
30 millions later my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits
You looking at me in Chucks, I’m looking at y’all suits
Me and Top Dawg playing rock, papers, scissors in court
And real hustler lose money just to go get some more
I said it’s like that, drop one classic, came right back
‘Nother classic, right back
My next album, the whole industry on the ice pack
With TOC
You see the flames and my E-Y-E’s
It’s not a game and the whole world is going mad, daddy
It’s sad, daddy
My only advice? Go and get you a bag daddy
Lee Baca, on trail tryin’ portray a boxer
Beatin’ up on my niggas while the COs watch ’em
Tables turn, lesson learned, my best look
You jumped sides on me, now you ’bout to meet Westbrook
Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you
Just know the next game played, I might slap the shit out you
Technical foul, I’m flagrant, I’m fouled
They throwin’ me out, you throwin’ the towel
Look at the crowd, they (nah, I don’t like that)
Look at my smile, I’m smirking
Calm but urgent (that ain’t the style, fuck)
So many verses, you live in denial (fuck)
So many verses, I never run out, what?
You making him nervous, the music is loud
Hoe, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit your punk ass down (sit yo’ punk ass down)
So that means you ain’t bigger than rapping (what else?)
So that means no more playing the backseats (what else?)
My spot is solidified if you ask me (what else?)
My name is identified as “that king”
I’ll let y’all worry about a list, I’m on some other shit
A difference between accomplishments and astonishments
You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever
Y’all got till April the 7th to get ya’ll shit together

Lets get it!
Look look, on foenem…

Kendrick Lamar – The Heart Part 4

[Chorus]
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you

[Verse 1]
30 millions later, my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Travel round the atlas in this spaceship candy-coated
My day shift’s been devoted to fuckin’ up bundles of paper
Pi equals 3.14
The devil’s pie is big enough to justify the whole thing
Wait up
Lampin’ in Jamaica, the cloud’s turnin’, my thought’s turnin’
Burnin’ castor oil, I been determined to make an earnin’
This seed in this soil is classified
I’m satisfied when I strategize my kid’s future
I ain’t sanctified enough to say that I won’t shoot ya
I done vandalized the industry full circuit
The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this
Scum of a land that transcend two surfaces
The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture
The more blood pours, but…

[Chorus]
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you

[Verse 2]
My fans can’t wait for me to son ya punk ass and crush your whole lil shit
I’ll Big Pun ya punk ass, you a scared little bitch
Tiptoein’ around my name, nigga, ya lame
And when I get at you, homie, don’t you just tell me you was just playin’
Oh I was just playin’ with you K-Dot, c’mon
You know a nigga rock with you, bro
Shut the fuck up, you sound like the last nigga I know
Might end up like the last nigga I know
Oh, you don’t wanna clash? Nigga, I know
I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor
Hoppin’ out before the vehicle crash, I’m on a roll
Yellin’, "One, two, three, four, five
I am the greatest rapper alive"
So damn great, motherfucker, I’ve died
What you hearin’ now is a paranormal vibe
House on the hill, house on the beach, nigga (facts)
A condo in Compton, I’m still in reach, nigga (facts)
I’m fresh out the water I’m ’bout to breach, nigga
The five-foot giant woke up out of his sleep, nigga
Oh yeah, oh yeah, more cars, more leers
More bars, no peers, no scars, no fear, fuck y’all, sincere
I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers, you know what the risk is
Earth indigenous, ya body reverting to stiffness
The whole world goin’ mad
Bodies is adding up, market’s about to crash
Niggas is fake rich, bitches is fake bad
Blacks that act white, whites that do the dab
Donald Trump is a chump, know how we feel, punk
Tell ’em that God comin’
And Russia need a replay button, y’all up to somethin’
Electorial votes look like memorial votes
But America’s truth ain’t ignorin’ the votes
It’s blasphemy, how many gon’ blast for me?
I prophesied on my last song, you laughed at me
Oh, when the shit get brackin’, don’t you ask for me
How many leaders gon’ tell you the truth after me?
G Malone big bro, kudos to him
I was 2 Os from a M, tryna be big as Em
30 millions later my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits
You looking at me in Chucks, I’m looking at y’all suits
Me and Top Dawg playing rock-paper-scissors in court
And real hustler lose money just to go get some more
I said it’s like that, drop one classic, came right back
‘Nother classic, right back
My next album, the whole industry on the ice pack
With TOC
You see the flames and my E-Y-E’s
It’s not a game and the whole world is going mad, daddy
It’s sad, daddy
My only advice? Go and get you a bag, daddy
Lee Baca, on trial tryna portray a boxer
Beatin’ up on my niggas while the COs watch ’em
Tables turned, lesson learned, my best look
You jumped sides on me, now you ’bout to meet Westbrook
Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you
Just know the next game played, I might slap the shit out you
Technical foul, I’m flagrant, I’m foul
They throwin’ me out, you throw in the towel
Look at the crowd, they (Nah, I don’t like that)
Look at my smile, I’m smirking
Calm but urgent (That ain’t the style, fuck)
So many verses, you live in denial (Fuck)
So many verses, I never run out, what?
You making him nervous, the music is loud
Hoe, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit your punk ass down (Sit yo’ punk ass down)
So that means you ain’t bigger than rapping (What else?)
So that means no more playing the backseats (What else?)
My spot is solidified if you ask me (What else?)
My name is identified as "that king"
I’ll let y’all worry about a list, I’m on some other shit
A difference between accomplishments and astonishments
You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever
Y’all got ’til April the 7th to get ya’ll shit together

[Outro]
Let’s get it!
Look look, on foenem

Snow – Informer

[CHORUS:]
Informer
You know say daddy me snow me-a (gonna) blame
A licky boom-boom down
‘Tective man he say, say Daddy Me Snow me stab someone down the lane
A licky boom-boom down

Police-a them-a they come and-a they blow down me door
One him come crawl through through my window
So they put me in the back the car at the station
From that point on I reach my destination
Well the destination reached in down-a East detention
Where they whip down me pants look up me bottom

[CHORUS]

Bigger they are they think they have more power
There on the phone me say that on hour
Me for want to use it once and-a me call me lover
Lover who me callin’-a the one Tammy
And me love her in my heart down to my belly-a
Yes say Daddy Me Snow me I feel cool and deadly
Yes the one MC Shan and the one Daddy Snow
Together we-a love ’em(?) as a tornado

[CHORUS]

Listen to me ya better listen for me now
Listen to me ya better listen for me now
When-a me rock-a the microphone, me rock on steady-a
Yes-a Daddy Me Snow me are the article don
But the in an a-out (?) a dance an they say, "Where ya come from?"
People them say I come from Jamaica
But me born and raised in Etobicoke I want ya to know-a
Pure black people man thats all I man know
Yeah me shoes are-a tear up an-a my toes used to show-a
Where me-a born in-a the one Toronto

[CHORUS]

Come with a nice young lady
Intelligent, yes she gentle and irie
Everywhere me go me never lef’ her at all-ie
Yes-a Daddy Snow me are the roam dance man-a
Roam between-a dancin’ in-a in-a nation-a
You never know say Daddy Me Snow me are the boom shakata
Me never lay-a down flat in-a one cardboard box-a
Yes-a Daddy Me Snow me-a go reachin’ out da top

[CHORUS]

Why would he? [repeat]

[MC Shan:]

Me sittin round cool with my jiggy jiggy girl
Police knock my door, lick up my pal
Rough me up and I cant do a thing
Pick up my line when my telephone ring
Take me to the station, black up my hands
Trail me down ’cause I’m hanging with the Snowman
What an I gonna do, I’m backed and I’m trapped
Smack me in my face, took all of my gap
They have no clues and they wanna get warmer
But Shan won’t turn informer

[CHORUS]

Drake – Ice Melts (feat. Young Thug) (More Life Album)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah
Nigga, what you thought?
Slatt, slatt, slatt (yeah, yeah)
Jeffery

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Feelin’ rough, rough
Baby, I’m needin’ somethin’, somethin’
I wan’ beat it up with somethin’ somethin’
You’re a diamond out the rough or somethin’ somethin’
You need to give it up to someone
You need to give love to someone
You need to—fuck what you need!
You need to give it up to someone
Before you end up like
Woah, woah, woah, woah, like
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Drake]
Look, I want you to myself
But I know you just left someone else
I know you did, he did a number on you
That must be why you move so icy
Icy like 1017
Icy like there’s nobody who’d ever need
Better not give that all to anyone but me
Patient as could be, but

[Pre-Chorus: Drake]
I still need some satisfaction
A little less talk and a little more action
I need you out in Jamaica, relaxin’
Thought I had everything somehow

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Feelin’ rough, rough
Baby, I’m needin’ somethin’, somethin’
I wan’ beat it up with somethin’ somethin’
You’re a diamond out the rough or somethin’ somethin’
You need to give it up to someone
You need to give love to someone
You need to—fuck what you need!
You need to give it up to someone
Before you end up like
Woah, woah, woah, woah, like
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Drake]
I wanna see you do more in this life if we takin’ it there
I want to see you do 911, fuck a Panamera
See you when I see the real thing
Gettin’ realer and realer, yeah, yeah, yeah
But you icy like 1017
Icy like there’s nobody you’ll ever need
Better not give that up
I’m here patient as can be, man

[Pre-Chorus: Drake]
I still need some satisfaction
A little less talk and a little more action
I need you out in Jamaica, relaxin’
Thought I had everything somehow

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Feelin’ rough, rough
Baby, I’m needin’ somethin’, somethin’
I wan’ beat it up with somethin’ somethin’
You’re a diamond out the rough or somethin’ somethin’
You need to give it up to someone
You need to give love to someone
You need to—fuck what you need!
You need to give it up to someone
Before you end up like
Woah, woah, woah, woah, like
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Young Thug]
Yeah
Nigga, what you thought?
Slatt, slatt, slatt (yeah, yeah)
Jeffery
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah (yeah, yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah

DRAKE – Ice Melts lyrics

Yeah…
Nigga, what you thought?
Strike, strike, strike!

Feelin’ rough, rough
Baby, I’m needin’ somethin’, somethin’
I won’t beat it up with somethin’ somethin’
Pure diamond out the rough or somethin’, somethin’
You need to give it up to someone
You need to give love to someone
You need to, fuck what you need
You need to give it up to someone
Before you end up like
Woah, woah, woah, woah, like
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah

I want you to myself
But I know you just left someone else
I know you did
He did a number on you
That must be why you move so icy
Icy like ten-seventeen
I see like there’s nobody who’d ever need
Better not give that all to anyone but me
Patience asking me
I just need some satisfaction
A little less talk and a little more action
I need you out in Jamaica, relaxin’
Thought I had everything somehow

Feelin’ rough, rough
Baby, I’m needin’ somethin’, somethin’
I won’t beat it up with somethin’ somethin’
Pure diamond out the rough or somethin’, somethin’
You need to give it up to someone
You need to give love to someone
You need to, fuck what you need
You need to give it up to someone
Before you end up like
Woah, woah, woah, woah, like
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah

I wanna see you do more and it’s life if we takin’ it there
I want to see you do 911, fuck a better man
See you when I see the real thing getting realer and realer
Yeah, yeah, yeah
But you icy like ten seventeen
Icy like there’s nobody you’ll ever need
Better not give that up
I’m here patient as can be, man
I still need some satisfaction
A little less talk and a little more action
I need you out in Jamaica, relaxin’
Thought I had everything somehow

Feelin’ rough, rough
Baby, I’m needin’ somethin’, somethin’
I won’t beat it up with somethin’ somethin’
Pure diamond out the rough or somethin’, somethin’
You need to give it up to someone
You need to give love to someone
You need to, fuck what you need
You need to give it up to someone
Before you end up like
Woah, woah, woah, woah, like
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah

Ya man
There is a truth, flashbacks
This is your party (Ya man)
This is your party

G Herbo – Reject (Humble Beast: Before The Album)

G herbo
Ay, 150 Dreamteam man you know what it is
Everything foreign all foreign whips all we do is switch lanes

[Hook]
Ay, Money power can’t forget about respect
Me and my niggas gon’ die for ours
Used to be a Reject begging and working at shop for hours
Now i run up free checks staying up late counting racks for hours
Used to rock the bright link 2013 for ride wit sour
Then i copped the Roley seeing what time it is in the shower
Now i might cop the Piguet Nigga i used to be a Reject
Member nights i couldn’t get no sleep now i’m up late counting racks for hours

[Verse 1]
Everyday presidential Roley now i might cop the Piguet
Might pull up new Porsche, R8, i8 or i might hop the G Wag
Young nigga stay fresh Balmain pockets full of rubber bands on each side
They remember G Herbo i was selling product toting autos on the Eastside 8 block and the opps gon’ stay on they side
They already know how we ride
Might pull up 3 whips Glock 45 hop out niggas getting deep fried
Posted up in the gangway off the apartments nah we don’t come from the projects
Pussy boys don’t never wanna come where i’m at you will get kidnapped car jacked
Get a pass wit me where you tryna shop at (?)
Know i gotta keep it on me, 30 tatted on me right here next to my Roc tatt or the 40 Glock 22 one hand XD 2 hands this 40 compact
Riding round wit my guys said might as well get high already gone off contact
Kobe turned me on to lean i turned me on to paper
Said watch the ones you call your own turn on your owner haters
I see niggas when they smiling i catch on to fakers
But they know they better not start wildin i got chrome for takers
I don’t wanna pay no rent i’m tryna own a acre
Yeah i own my own my estate i ain’t used to own a Sega
Young nigga got a Visa now i ain’t talking chasers
Im talking if i wanted own my own home in Jamaica
Them packs gone touch down guaranteed from Hong Kong to Jamaica
Them packs gone land insurance me when i’m home from Jamaica
I Call up Zues he bring the heat when i’m all in Jamaica
And if you pay that extra fee it get flown on the daily
This rap shit taught me a lot of things Good and Bad
Ups and Downs i been a lot of places
I done met a lot of folks i made a lot of faces
Mean i done met a lot of folks i seen a lot of faces
Different cities in the club throwing money popping Aces
Spending racks Dolce shirt go with this Prada cases
Dead white folks on me now but i am not a racist
And my bitch straight from the island she’s not a basic
She don’t speak no english she just loves a reject

[Hook]
Ay, Money power can’t forget about respect
Me and my niggas gon’ die for ours
Used to be a Reject begging and working at shop for hours
Now i run up free checks staying up late counting racks for hours
Used to rock the bright link 2013 for ride wit sour
Then i copped the Roley seeing what time it is in the shower
Now i might cop the Piguet Nigga i used to be a Reject
Member nights i couldn’t get no sleep now i’m up late counting racks for hours

Nadia Rose – Intro (Highly Flammable Album)

[Intro]
Hello? Can you hear me?
Nadia? Hello?
Hello, it’s your mummy
Hi, it’s mummy, can you hear me?
Yeah hi, Nadz
Bell me back bruh
This is your grandmother and your grandfather in Jamaica
Hi, I hope you’re okay, I’ve just seen your message, love you, call back, bye

[Verse 1]
Everything is fine, I’m well and I’m breathing
I’ve just been busy and this is the reason
Grafting hard, I ain’t getting no sleep in
My hair ain’t even done, shit, I look like The Weeknd
Shit, I’m looking a mess
But how can I look pretty knowing that you had to face death
I’ve been writing more and talking less
‘Til they’ve hardly heard me on the phone since my grandma’s death, I mean
Rest In Peace, you’re gone, but know you’re not forgotten
If they need me then I’m there, you know I’ve got ’em
Talking bars, you’re talking flows, you know I’ve got ’em
So for who, what, where and when will I be stopping?

[Outro]
I couldn’t stop even if I tried
This is me for life
I am Nadia Rose and this is the intro
Love you, bye

G Herbo – Reject Lyrics

G herbo
Ay, 150 Dreamteam man you know what it is
Everything foreign all foreign whips all we do is switch lanes

[Hook]

Ay, Money power can’t forget about respect
Me and my niggas gon’ die for ours
Used to be a Reject begging and working at shop for hours
Now i run up free checks staying up late counting racks for hours
Used to rock the bright link 2013 for ride wit sour
Then i copped the Roley seeing what time it is in the shower
Now i might cop the Piguet Nigga i used to be a Reject
Member nights i couldn’t get no sleep now i’m up counting racks for hours

[Verse 1]

Everyday presidential Roley now i might cop the Piguet
Might pull up new Porsche, R8, I8 or i might hop the G Wag
Young nigga stay fresh Balmain pockets full of rubber bands on each side
They remember G Herbo i was selling product toting autos on the Eastside 8 block and the opps gon’ stay on they side
They already know how we ride
Might pull up 3 whips Glock 45 hop out niggas getting deep fried
Posted up in the gangway off the apartments nah we don’t come from the projects
Pussy boys don’t never wanna come where i’m at you will get kidnapped car jacked
Get a pass wit me where you tryna shop at (?)
Know i gotta keep it on me, 30 tatted on me right here next to my Roc tatt or the 40 Glock 22 one hand XD 2 hands this 40 compact
Riding round wit my guys said might as well get high already gone off contact
Kobe turned me on to lean i turned me on to paper
Said watch the ones you call your own turn on your owner haters
I see niggas when they smiling i catch on to fakers
But they know they better not start wildin i got chrome for takers
I don’t wanna pay no rent i’m tryna own a acre
Yeah i own my own my estate i ain’t used to own a Sega
Young nigga got a Visa now i ain’t talking chasers
Im talking if i wanted own my own home in Jamaica
Them packs gone touch down guaranteed from Hong Kong to Jamaica
Them packs gone land insurance me when i’m home from Jamaica
I Call up Zues he bring the heat when i’m all in Jamaica
And if you pay that extra fee it get flown on the daily
This rap shit taught me a lot of things Good and Bad
Ups and Downs i been a lot of places
I done met a lot of folks i made a lot of faces
Mean i done met a lot of folks i seen a lot of faces
Different cities in the club throwing money popping Aces
Spending racks Dolce shirt go with this Prada cases
Dead white folks on me now but i am not a racist
And my bitch straight from the island she’s not a basic
She don’t speak no english she just loves a reject

[Hook]

Ay, Money power can’t forget about respect
Me and my niggas gon’ die for ours
Used to be a Reject begging and working at shop for hours
Now i run up free checks staying up late counting racks for hours
Used to rock the bright link 2013 for ride wit sour
Then i copped the Roley seeing what time it is in the shower
Now i might cop the Piguet Nigga i used to be a Reject
Member nights i couldn’t get no sleep now i’m up counting racks for hours

T.I. – Black Man (feat. Quavo, Meek Mill & Rara) (US Or Else: Letter To The System Album)

[Hook: Quavo]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I’m perfect?

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Ridin’ down 85, three in the morning
Why you pull me over sayin’ you smell marijuana? (Smellin’ the gas)
I said I got a ID, I got glaucoma (I got ID)
He said, "We ain’t in Cali nigga, get out, put your hands up"
Runnin’ real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)
Runnin’ real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)
I told him can we split it, we gon’ shake ’em
Nigga hit my phone when you made it (brrp)
Out of here, PJ to Jamaica
Naw I ain’t tell ya wrong, get the paper
Been fightin’ too long against haters
My attitude, yeah I’m going for the shaders

[Verse 2: Rara]
Live from the cracks of the concrete
12 try to take a nigga off the street
Make the gun sound off for Mike Brown
Take a nigga life when you face down
Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
Gun by the window like Detroit Red
Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
And bet a nigga ass end up dead
Pig in a blanket, fuck was you thinkin’?
Free that nigga Boosie, runnin’ at the police
Left him with a slow leak, right outside VC
Tryna keep a Phantom like DC
Hangout the G like free Meek
Kill a nigga reachin’ for a cell phone
Hurt to tell his mama he ain’t comin’ home
That’s why I stay strapped all summer long
And you know it

[Hook: Quavo]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that you nervous? (damn)

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Black man
Running from the law like Pac-Man
Try and throw the raw all in the trash can
Got smoked by a cop on the dash cam
Mug shot on the news, he a mad man
When all he did was hustle to run the cash in
He feedin’ kids in jail if he wasn’t crackin’
Too many felonies on my jacket
All of my brothers turn to assassins
We seen too many brothers get put in caskets
Too many young baby mothers and baby daddies
In the graveyard back then
I went from sittin’ on clubs to the cashmere
You shoulda seen how I flossed on ’em last year
Two Maybachs and I had a bad year
Young nigga countin’ money like a cashier
White man wanna pay me like I’m U-N-O
Niggas wanna see me at my funeral
Neither of my own homie wanna do me though
Layin’ on my dog crib like I’m Snoopy though
That’s my nigga, I ain’t even wanna do it though
If I don’t do it, shit I know he gon’ do me though
Cause he broke and he trippin’ ’bout stupid hoes
But I’m a Don just like motherfuckin’ Julio
Black man

[Hook: Quavo]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I’m perfect?

[Verse 4: T.I.]
Police see I got my hands up
Still wanna kill me, they don’t understand us
They be lookin’ for a reason just to shoot me
And wanna do me how they do us in the movies
Or how they do it out in Baton Rouge
Or Ferguson, or Florida, or Baltimore, they make excuses
Like I did cause I thought he had a pistol
Or I did it cause I thought he was a Muslim
My message to America, felon or death here
The liquor we die, we just substances left here
First you put us in a small hood
And then you beat us and you treat us like it’s all good
And then shoot us and you screw us economically, mentally
Killin’ nigga, no penalty, they can do that shit legally
Bet I can make that ass think ‘fore you shoot
You kill me, man there gon’ be more of some riotin’ and lootin’
We say black lives matter, you say all lives
But y’all ain’t the ones gettin’ hogtied
Persecuted, executed, one day it gon’ be time for retribution
Hope you don’t ever see your son in an institution
I know karma is constant and God ain’t no nonsense
You doin’ wrong just to run shit
One day the time gon’ run out for the dumb shit
Ain’t no deception, tryna get in Heaven
You gettin’ nailed, bet it’s on your Mary
And you know what you did for who how much you really care
And what you really felt, he gon’ deny the opportunity to unify
With people who look similar to you and I
Cause he don’t wanna have a

[Hook: Quavo]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I’m perfect?
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I’m perfect?