Damian Marley - Khaki Suit

And this is none other than the mighty Bounty Killer

Along with Junior Gong

Yeah!

Yes, me lion, a me name Jr. Gong enuh

Me unique DJ, dread

Watch yah

Young Lion (nah no mercy!)

Watch it now... bim!

Well, a me name Junior Gong

Me say look how me Natty tall

Who no know me from dem see me

Me a living top-a-notch

See Clarky boot and khaki suit

You think me go a Calabar (nah no mercy)

Well pitty dem no know say every dreadlocks is a star

Ever quick with the lyrics, we never quit when we talk

Fi get a hit you haffi fit equipped fi spit a fire ball

City fit inna me grip and me a squeeze it till it small

Every itty little bitty drip till none no lef; at all

Go tell flipitty lip Philip fi mine how him a talk

No pity like Yosemite, Sam when time when we a war

And dem better know we vehicle and dem better mark we car

And keep a distance no sa ka man will full your face a scar

You go run fi the uptown man dem but a we and dem a 'par

And you run fi the ghetto man dem but a we and dem a 'par

And you run fi the country man dem but a we and dem a 'par

We a bun some ganja spliff weh build up bigger then cigar

Watch yah dread

Flash it a, flash it a

Dreadlocks

Bim!

And politician a drive dem car, tell dem no steer come over here

When dem touch down 'pon the ends, you only hear say war declare

Man a clap it inna town and man a clap it inna square

And whole heap a skull a bore and then whole heap a flesh a tear

Wait! Some man a run down Grammy fi the gunman fi the year

And a weh mek poor people haffi live it inna fear

One shirt deh 'pon dem back and dem no have nothing more fi wear

And man one desert a done and still cannot afford a pair

Cannot find no Vaseline fi moisturise dem daughter hair

And the bulla price a rise and it no dearer than the pear

And a so me get fi know say heads a government no care

Cah the money them a share, a crate a Guiness, crate a beer

Cannot pay your little pickney school fee come to end a year

Tell the youth dem say fi get them education and prepare

Rastafari nah go give no man no more than he can bear

Catch a fire, it a bun so tell the 'tican dem beware

Lord a mercy!

Flash it a, flash it a, flash it a

Dreadlocks

Flash it a, flash it a, flash it a

Bim!

Warlord and Junior Gong, when you hear that tune yah bomb

Haffi send in number one, you can assume that is the bomb

Fi the gold and bulluion, cah man fi tun hooligan

Like Stephen and Julian, Rasta dem no coolie-man

Babylon dem truly wrong, but dem waan fi fool the man

But dem waan fi gi' we jumped, and dem war dem truly man

I and I a no fool cah me try to school the man

How dem fi try to school the don

Dem say Bounty is the beast in the eye of the beholder

Compare him to Hitler and Ayatollah

Say dem a high roller dem a Babylon stroller

Say that there cold, but Junior Gong colder

Cross, anger

Nah no mercy!

Nah no mercy!

Me muma, me muma, me muma, me muma

Bella bella, bella, bella, bella oy!

Jah know seh she grow me without a pupa

Bella bella, bella, bella, bella oy!

Me only have one big sister and dem kill me bredda

Hey! Dem say that you must fight black power

Hey! Dem man deh bwoy deh back bi bowa

Hey! The bwoy deh a come from Bulava