Life Lost - Popcaan, Jah Vinci

Lee Milla

Out Clear

A Jah Vinci

What is this?

A Popcaan

And if dem diss, we ago done dem

Rifle shot a burn dem

Life lost…

When me rise mi Taurus

No fling no chat, me nah cuss

Me no see no head shot cyan buss

To the morgue…

Deh so we a send dem

Jah Vinci nah go friend dem

Head split when me rise the MAC-10

When mi gun dem a clap like choir

Fassy dead, all even if him a say him prayer

When Jah Vinci gun dem fire

Everybody done know a Empire

Talk dem a talk, dem a liar

Bwoy, you live too long, now your life expire

When my rifle claat, bwoy brains jump inna air, go higher

Shot bite bwoy like crocodile

Man haffi rap up him head like poco child

No, the Teacha, him never smile

Him make blood run like river Nile

Bwoy bawl, «Mi eye!

Mi eye!», and drop a dust

Something crash inna him face, but it’s not a bus

Popcaan’s gun dem never rust

No ask if Milla 9 still make head a buss

Life lost…

When me rise mi Taurus

No fling no chat, me nah cuss

Me no see no head shot cyan buss

To the morgue…

Deh so we a send dem

Jah Vinci nah go friend dem

Head split when me rise the MAC-10

Early in the morning me hear she calling

She say, «Answer me please nuh, mi darling!»

Realize him cold and she a try warm him

True me send fi Pop' and him go corn him

Kill him without permission, me never warn him

Bullet tear him skin like tarpaulin

Me have a rifle big like an awning

So, try know funeral plan inna the morning

Life lost…

When me rise mi Taurus

No fling no chat, me nah cuss

Me no see no head shot cyan buss

To the morgue…

Deh so we a send dem

Jah Vinci nah go friend dem

Head split when me rise the MAC-10