No Chance - Tommy Lee Sparta

No God on Earth can save you tonight

Anywhere you deh we come take away your life

Yo Namin', ya cornmeal porridge

Ask every bloodclaat soup bout' me

Mi, Evil mi name, mi name Evil

You nuh bad youth because you nuh have a choice

Not a berrita, you cyaa make rise

Not a skull, you pop like pepper-light

Cyaa diss no man pon the Sparta side

A di house pon the hill a that get you bad

Suh you go lay down and roll wid funny Gad

Good, good, Jahmiel turn gully Bad

Suck you mother you nuh bad

Go one side meck mi step cross and kill out the Gully

Buss one in a the sky, you got to die

You get it?

Got to die

You get it?

You funny!

Got to die

Him marrow fly

Alkaline you too bloodclaat lie

Mi sure seh you never buss a gun yet

Bout you have four rifle a lean up pon wall

And a wait fi ready fi make step

You too bomboclaat lie

Anytime you ready bomboclaat try

You naw do not a bomboclaat crime

A bare brata pon you bomboclaat mind

No angels on earth cyaa save you tonight

No God on earth cyaa protect you life

Badman dawg

Sparta, fully evil

Wi go anyweh in a the world go murder people

When the macky ring in a you ears it go suh

When dem fi do crime dem belly just a go suh

Dawg, no where no far suh wi never tek long

Hell open up and burn the fake bad

Pare evil mi let lose pon the land

Purge mi a purge, mi just kill the first one

Ride up pon the yeng, yeng, kick the kick stand

Ten mi go give him out a the 6-pants

In-front a family blood catch you infant

King Kelly give Jahmiel infection pon him tongue

You nuh bad

Not a crime dem naw do

Dem bwoy deh nuh bad

No dem nuh bad

No, no, dem nuh bad

Pare hallow point mi have fi the rass come

Rise up the rifle shoot the God down

Lock-down Jamaica, shoot down the sun

No where fi hide, dem haffi hide under ground

You a go dead fi the bomboclaat word a you tongue

And the lose meditation you a hold

Seh dem nuh have a chick nor a child

Nor a care in this world

That mean a bare man you waan roll

Mi nuh hype wid mi friend dem gun

Mi buy dem and send dem round

Berrita stormy left the place dry

When rain fall from pure dark sky

Murder the bloodclaat dread caw him time expire

Anyweh mi si him bare gunshot a fire

Cut out you belly wid a big gatire

And roll out you tripe pon a roll a bob-wire

Dem a get no burial, no funeral

Nothing you fi get, no hospital

Nothing what a situation critical

Not even Jesus cyaa come yah suh come create a miracle

A who send dem

Yeah man the killy weh ready you waan dead again

You meck the rass boost you and give you Supligen

Shot in a you lox blood red, coloring

Teacher send fi uncle demon

Seh fi rise every gun, rise every media

Send couple grenade fi kill couple man

Mi fling one a court house and couple station

Always have it pon me

All in a the crowd

Straight out a mi bed

Shot buss in a you belly and in a yo face

The one shot weh miss you go round the corner go kill a man

That mean it ricochet

No angels on earth cyaa save you tonight

No God on earth cyaa protect you life