The Lyricist (Flatline) - VYBZ Kartel

Youth watch your temperature, you need fi cool down

Vybz kartel a di baddest lyricist

Lyricist fi wha'?

How you mean?

Dem man deh lyrically inclined

So what dem implying?

Di teacha haffi sing line?

DJ nuh inna him mind?

Cork up yuh nose fi di stink rhyme, a di king time

Mi wicked like St. James and Kingston and St. Catherine crime

Roll out wid di shootas fi kill time

No boxers, Calvin Klein

Nuff bwoy waan get me out fi reach di big time

Mi sleep and wake up and dem still trying

You nuh have nuh patience?!

Mash up yuh clock and try fi kill time

But mi a:

Still The Lyricist, vocabulary physicist

Melody Michelangelo weh paint da graphic images

Get a condom fi yuh ears because da tune yah shot like syphilis

Weh di title?

Hey, gimmie this!

Empire is di wickedest!

I’m da baller and the manager

Alex Ferguson and Bibby this

Mi stay in front like Genesis, yes

Who waan fi penny this?

Guess!

Mi find di metaphors weh Jay-Z dem and Biggie miss

And chaw dem up like Winter Fresh and spit dem out like Wrigley’s

Mi hot, mi touch green grass, make it catch fyah

Some bwoy nuh thugs, mi see through dem like mesh wire

Yes Iyah!

Dem license expire

Mi rub dem out like mi Benz tire

Mi meds higher than Angel pon heaven’s wire

Burn dem with the hell’s fire

Wha' prostitute and virgin have in common?

Empire!

Dem waan come inna mi bed fi cool da temper yah

Dem enter yah, dem linger here

Junky gyal, needle and syringe a wear

Christian gyal?

Ginger beer

Rasta gyal we injure care

Mi FLOW like di town cable

It’s no fable

No knights of di round table

Tell Adam and Eve and Cain say, mi don’t Able

Dem bwoy deh tek mi style, yet dem so brazen

But Rvssian

Mi FLOW like di town cable

It’s no fable

No knights of di round table

Di bwoy dem bite mi styl, e yet dem so craven

Dem come in like di big fat gyal, dem so Raven

Mi a di Portmore pioneer

Mi an mi ooman deh fi 9 year

Nuh try dat my dear bout me an you mek a nice pair

Tek my advice dear get it outta yuh head like lice here

Mi luvin har forever if life spare

Yuh doan know mi Afghanistan yuh only know mi Times Square

Yuh see me inna di Benz changing 5 gear

A drink Street Vybz like its Lite Beer

On private jets mi fly Leer

Addis nuh Nike Air

Mi skin paint up like bike flare

Dat a di easy street, Yuh know da Elm street?

Di nightmare

Di days when mi used to take di bus and cyan find fare

Just log off wid yuh virus mi have spyware

The way mi brain fertile, America wah invade an drill fi oil here

They can see dem bwoy deh nuh fancy

Dem a Anansi

Mi lyrics wear dem out like a gangsy

Dem shame inna di crowd an every man see

Dem fans give dem thumbs down

Mi a thugs and dem a Bugs Bunny

Mi FlOW like di town cable

Its no fable

No knights of di round table

Tell Adam and Eve and Cain say mi doan Able

Dem bwoy deh tek mi style yet dem so brazen

But Russian

Mi FlOW like di town cable

Its no fable

No knights of di round table

Di bwoy dem bite mi style yet dem so craven

Dem come in like di big fat gyal dem so Raven

Aye Russian

Dem fi know dis is not a throw word song to some Queers and dem gangs fi dem

build some mediocre counteraction songs.

Naw its just a reminder to the fans,

to the One Order, to the Clans, that Vybz Kartel can still drop his lyrical

bombs… Mi FLOW like di town cable…