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Intro:
It's Five Steez
And this the War for Peace
Representing Kingston streets, yu zimme
Inztinkz on the beat
Yow
Verse 1:
I touch down, puff pounds on rough grounds
where kids run down despite the gun sounds
a far cry from uptown where I rest my head
pour out some Guinness, God bless the dead
honour the ancestors though we in the Western
face the direction of the east to find peace
rapper by profession, black revolutionary
the hustlers and the gamblers salute already
killers shoot the dezi, guerillas do respect me
strategize war like moving a chesspiece
unity is strength, we need to come together
and see the world can't be run corrupt forever
all the shotta link dem, killing politicians
every innocent youth dead, two cops is missing
war can be vicious, are you with the snitches?
or the bloodsuckers making the people struggle
Chorus [Inztinkz]
Rap calisthenics, it's dianetics for the diabetics
flying pellets in the eyes of peasants, rewind the edits backwards
Live gats pulled right where them cats stood
in black hoods, rolling backwoods and holding raps good
Rap calisthenics, prophetics for the diabetics
flying pellets in the eyes of peasants, rewind the edits backwards
Live gats pulled right where them cats stood
in black hoods, rolling backwoods and holding raps good
Verse 2:
The prince, soon to be king, god and general
my laws is ethical, I war with several
call the medical, my foes' thoughts is legible
go off and wreck a crew if no squad respecting you
roll on whichever dude, so calm, I'm next to you
before you realize, it's "Hold on, I'm begging you"
flow bars impeccable, Mozart incredible
go hard for revenue, so large, I'm federal
under surveillance for underworld associations
being watched on closed circuit for open cases
you know I lace it, mi have di big link
showing faces at the poker table like I'm holding basic
flush crap from the game, taking all bets
Damien laced him plus I'm Jamaica's God blessed
take a long breath, now breathe out
pree the words coming out of Steez mouth
Chorus [Inztinkz]
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Chorus (Repeat)
This is all that I do and all that I love
For my fam, my sisters and all my thugs
It's the rebel music that run through my blood
put it all on the line till I catch a slug
Verse 1:
I'm reporting live on location
from the Jamaican capital - Kingston, St. Andrew
overpopulated, poor, uneducated
we hardly get the basics like health care
and social welfare, yo, we need help here
Financial aid made us the bankers' slaves
teenage boys raised in the gangsta ways
teenage girls stuck getting Pampers changed
it's a shame it came to this, streets so dangerous
cops train to hit but still aim and miss
blatant murder, only a few times accidents
harassing youth in the garrisons
innocent prisoners without any visitors
It's ridiculous how they keep us trapped in illusion
distractions from the media, lies from our leaders
false hope from the preachers, they can't reach us
Chorus (Repeat)
Verse 2:
Everybody want heaven in this hellhole
some of them get lost and they sell their souls
for a piece of paper, can't even treat a neighbour
with respect, unless he paid a fee or favour
they say we need a prayer or a Jesus saviour
cause we in danger, looking for easy capers
only seen as labour and votes to keep the state up
corrupting people's nature, it's not a free Jamaica
the system make us suffer on a daily basis
funeral homes got faces of all ages
jail is full of cages that's overpopulated
courts got crazy cases from bail applications
to murders on the pavement, it's just everyday shit
but it don't phase us, we stuck in the matrix
and it can't be one man that's gonna change us
it's gonna take the whole entire nation to raise up
What the fuck?
You nah mean?
Feel what I'm saying?
Like... if we ever going to see any change
It can't be... we can't be expecting somebody else to do it for us
We have to do it for ourselves
Y'know?
It's just the way of the world
Go out for your own
Let's do this
For us
Chorus (Repeat)
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Check it
Yow
Verse 1:
His voice broke in the middle of his life story
he had to smoke before he told me the rest
took a deep breath, spoke sadness and regret
for what he coulda been if the gang never took him in
he coulda played ball and become a big star
young child, fifteen, mama on trial
jail time came after, he mastered disaster
fast to grab the Mac from the stash and blast ya
known for toe-tagging with twin gold Magnums
so random, made men history like cro magnons
still standing in the street, after the beef
everybody deceased or locked in the beast
he said he had nothing to show for the hustling
trusted customers had cops rushing in
he remember mama said "Watch your fucking friends"
ten in the pen, he never going up again
Chorus (Repeat)
These are the lives we live, we dream of better things
instead of being the queen bitches and the ghetto kings
Circumstances make us, know yourself
'cause nobody else can save us (Nobody but you)
Verse 2:
My crew hit the town, my nigga spend a hundred thou
tricking on stripper chicks amidst a thick crowd
baby brown and round, going up and down
crawl over on her knees with a sexy growl
"Come get it now", lapdance, right there
hands everywhere, "Let's get outta here"
To the back of the club, private room
anything goes as long as they like the mood
I like 'em in the nude and I like 'em in their clothes
I love dem body, their heart, mind and their soul
I got into her brain, her name wasn't strange
was a fashion model, carving a new lane
Paris, Spain, fame, cocaine
then came decline like a falling airplane
she bounced back with a baller, but he got killed
now she strip to pay the bill so I tipped and gave her bills
Chorus (Repeat)
Instrumental plays
Chorus (Repeat)
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Intro:
Uh
Inztinkz... Five Steez
For the streets... and all the corporate peeps
Whatever you do to survive...
Nine to five... Any type of hustle... whatever
Listen (let's go)
Chorus
I'm just slaving on the plantation
seeing all the MONEY that the bossman making
I don't wanna be here, yo, I can't take it
Sometimes it feel like eternal damnation
but I'm right here slaving on the plantation
can't afford to have my car and my land taken
I woke up from the dream that I had made it
How did I get here? It must be bad placement
but I'm right here
Verse 1:
Another day again, the same old ish
going to work, I hope the day go quick
sitting in the traffic in the morning still yawning
heading to the office feeling like I missed my calling
there's a hundred things that I'd rather do
like, catch my crew on the ends passing through
I need a scheme to get cream but don't have a clue
I want a few mil and somewhere to stash it too
quitting is a backwards move if I got no other means
to make some better cream and pursue my dreams
so I'm stuck here, bored, unhappy
shoulda known from the interview they gon' trap me
and what was the point of my college education
if I'm here and the knowledge getting wasted
taking orders, running round like a chump
so close to leaving till I get my cheque end of month and I'm...
Chorus
Verse 2:
Money has to be made, we all slaves to the cash
some get it slow and others get it fast
you fortunate, if you born wid it, cause I know people
that work hard for it just to pay their student loan
or the rent, or the mortgage for their newest home
pay bills, raise kids, buy food and clothes
it's all about filling pockets, on the street, in the office
whether you dropped out or went to college
we all the same 'cause nobody wanna do this trick
as for me, always wanted just to use my gift
spit some rhymes and get up in the music biz
people try to tell me that's a foolish wish
like, how will I survive, but I can't let my dreams die
on this nine to five so I gotta try
I'd rather fall flat on my face if I don't make it
until then, yo, I'm here where I hate it
Chorus
Verse 3:
As the sun rise, it starts to feel dark and gloomy
laying half asleep in bed, it's so hard to move me
'cause this job is not where my heart is truly
it's like they casted me for the wrong part of the movie
I can't do that crap, it bore me to death
go to lunch, come back and surf the internet
this stuff is too easy, don't hold my interest
I want to rip mics and prove that I'm Kingston's best
not even in my prime, barely writing rhymes
this time, proposals and reports for deadlines
I hate it here, let me make that clear
I'm for the paper, yeah, that's my motivation there
this can't be my career, my talents are too rare
I need to find an exit but that don't seem too near
but here's what I'ma do, get on the mic in the booth
and clear out these fake rappers by writing the truth
Chorus
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Nah... check it
Yow
Verse 1:
Niggaz can't see Five unless it's my logo
for God's sake, I give a scarface to Manolo
the beat kick, I spit a punch, this the dojo
label contracts, I read the clause, ho ho
you can't get me, gimme my percentage
I want black Bentleys without having to rent it
I'm winning the pennant, pass the ring and the crown
lock down the town and bring them things around
Jamaican rappers, bringing that yard core
smashing every girl in the world and want more
all my niggaz roar, lions in this jungle
pumping weight and keeping iron for the muscle
I got a key to the studio, rhyming is my hustle
on the corporate ladder, climbing was a struggle
so I hopped off, let the boss know that I'm not soft
"Don't watch my shirt and tie, just watch how you talk"
I'm quick to throw a CEO out the window
I bet he hit the ground before he even say no
the crowd go "Hey ho" when I'm at the stageshow
so let me lay low, nigga, I don't play around
I could spray the pound but I'ma lay this down
I got the greatest sound and if you never knew
well, now you know plus they call this the sour flow
'cause you make up your face when I spit out a quote
Chorus (x4)
This that yard nigga rap, this that yard nigga chat
yeah, the yard niggaz back cause y'all niggaz wack
Verse 2:
I was raised in the city of kings on this rock
I seen some of the prettiest things on my block
sports cars, gorgeous women, see how large they living
still it's hard in Kingston, so I'm on my grind
everybody get their time to shine and soon is mine
people seh "Who dat a rhyme? Is a yard yute dat?"
"Him sound hard", true dat, "But dis a JA
him fi guh America", yow, wha unu tek mi for?
they revoking visas even if you smoking reefer
plus in Jamaica, we get more for cheaper
land of the sunshine, trees and no water
thugs bleach by the border, they keeping the order
the police can't do shit and when they come
they buss their guns and kill innocent sons
politicians sell drugs, some steal money
wearing suits in Parliament looking real funny
their days are numbered because the streets hungry
so am I, this paper, they can't keep from me
I'm pursuing this music with a crew of producers
keep you moving and grooving, bobbing and nodding
popping and locking, rocking and bopping
working hard in the studio like I'm chopping the cotton
but, I'm no slave plus I own my masters
I need my cash faster, I shouldn't have to ask ya
Chorus (x4)
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Yeah yeah
Five Steez (War for Peace)... The Five Star MC
Big up to the legends
I'm in the building (Kingston)
I want my respect (yardcore)
Yow
Verse 1:
Let me perform at the Apollo for the fame
back on my grind, not a dollar to my name
felt like I was done with this but yo, I'm running shit
without a producer, a label or a publicist
team management got caught trafficking
packages of cannabis, time to handle this
the hardships of an independent artiste
my appetite too big for the local market
I start this revolution for better music
Hip Hop from Jamaica as if you never knew it
all-out warfare for some recognition
dropping clever writtens over heavy rhythms
on the radio, I don't hear my record spinning
just garbage music, that's why I never listen
yeah, I see the system but I don't go through
'cause I don't feel you and I don't know you
Chorus:
I don't need the watch, just gimme my props
and I'll represent till my city on top
I'm used to hate, appreciate the love
still watch for snakes that wanna take my blood
around the town, saying they down with him
when things slow up, they not around again
against all odds but I'm bound to win
was once a slave, now you crown me king
Verse 2:
You know my steelo, Five Steezo
rewind my lines, it's like Tivo slash Vevo
classic, like Ree-bo to the K
5 mics, most rappers zero anyway
yow, the highest caliber, I rap algebra
snap into character, black out like Africa
rock crowds, Metallica, knock out a challenger
mic handler, moving people like traffickers
I don't see why niggaz think they rap real nice
I can't relate, I don't know what wack feels like
they told me bout it, the track seemed tight
heard it for myself, they flat screen light
I drop words like film, burn herbs in a kiln
with the gods, I build, keep the earth on tilt
represent the essence till I'm in the dirt
less than 10 percent heed my lessons and my work
Chorus (Repeat)
Verse 3:
When my back's to the wall, I don't quiver
I trust no bitch, depend on no nigga
I been there when they turn to ghost figures
so I learned to make my dolo mo bigger
I been up and down, still underground
people wonder how this Jamaican dude
making moves, across the seas, they download MP3's
awaiting the arrival of the MC Steez
Chorus (Repeat)
Now you crown me king
Yeah
Five Steez
Main Source... Damien... Wallabee
Kingston, Jamaica... Yardcore Hip Hop
Live and direct
Representing the true school... the essence
War for Peace... yeah
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Yeah
Ugh...
Days are nights are cold
Any of us can go
Yow
Verse 1:
The street lights above flicker, she's waiting on a pick up
in the thick of the night, the air is cold like ice
she never knew this life before, turned a whore from
years of addiction, once a rich man's mistress
now it's distress and visits to the clinics
poverty got her selling pussy for a few digits
going home to her children, sunrise
high on crack, smelling like sex, they adapt
it's normal, most kids find it awkward
female paupers on a quest, midnight marauders
street corners is the office, the lawyers and the bosses
pass by, cheating on their wives
she stay cautious, last month her friend Shauna
went missing and they found her body in the waters
she keep her blade sharpened, there's a car parking
a customer, asking "What's your price darling?"
Chorus (Repeat)
Under the sun and moon, days and nights are cold
Death don't discriminate, any of us can go
Male, female, young or old
It might be in the papers but most stories are never told
Verse 2:
She stepped to the vehicle, "Daddy, let me see you"
"I'm looking for a good time", the nigga said "Me too"
asked her name, "They call me pretty sweet"
as cute as could be, "Get in the passenger seat"
riding with a straight freak, back to the house
parked on the street, she went south with her mouth
a real pro, learned how to blow to get cocaine
using her whole brain, these hoes have no shame
this man was po po with his clothes plain
he killed her with the fo fo at close range
choked her out after he bust, put her in cuffs
took her to the house so all the cops could fuck
when it was over, a silent gunshot to the dome
about the time she would usually get home
to make breakfast, her kids wake to an empty house
she was dead in the gully with blood up in her mouth
Chorus (Repeat)
Verse 3:
The next day, the newspaper page say woman slain
individuals not identified by name
say the woman work the night train, think she
call herself Charmaine, but it was Alaine
mother of two, single parenthood was a strain
did what she could to maintain, from dating rich men
to smuggling cocaine, by plane and by train
been around the world and back to the street game
she feel pain, gotta raise her kids in the slums
seen better days but she take it as it comes
once had life and now a victim of the gun
and whoulda thunk the trigger man was a drunk
cop, corrupt, off-duty, his wife was moody
left the house unruly, driving, looking for pussy
angry so he took it to murder and rape
hours later, he gotta investigate the case
Chorus (Repeat)
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Uh huh
For the queens... extra special you know
Yeah... yeah
Yow...yow... yow
Verse 1:
Black woman, you're a blessing to the earth
I pay attention to your lessons and your work
though the world forgot your measure and your worth
and I feel the same whenever you are hurt
in moments of weakness, there is strength still
and carrying a child takes immense will
you have it in you, to continue
triumphant, despite what you've been through
it's a man's world but life can't come from a man
you've experienced things I could never understand
you deserve honour, African madonna
be a baby mama, without the drama
teach the generations about this very nation
a proud race, ascending, elevating
it starts with our relationships
if we want to see a future for our kids
Chorus:
Black Beauty, you truly do move me
Black Beauty, you truly see through me
Black Beauty, you truly do soothe me
Black Beauty, you're truly good to me
Verse 2:
Skin black like oil, body thick like Molasses
Nia Long, Angela Bassett
I'm not just trying to assess yor assets
but I'd like to access your address
you more than a mistress on a mattress
been through different romances, liquor and
some dances, little bit of chances I wasted
'cause I didn't say shit, never knew how to play it
but it's a new day and I finally found courage
to tell you the real and be like "Fuck it"
I love it how we genuine friends
how you, keep it real, how you never pretend
never jealous of girls when I'm mentioning dem
men approaching you get disrespected again
and again, you a queen for real
so I say exactly what I mean and feel, yeah
Chorus
Verse 3:
For my true women, who been in situations
where the shit you facing leaves your heart breaking
I take into consideration how you feel
with patience, the wounds heal
it's too real, share with me, my eyes tear quickly
when I hear your pain, you made me change
I'm not the same as the men that hurt you
I'd rather love you, show you your worth boo
no money can amount to your spirit
drink from this fountain of lyrics
purely from the heart, bring light to the dark
start with respect, understanding
foundation for healthy families
so the kids can breathe and see who a man be
appreciating all the love that you have to offer
mother of creation, please forgive us when we falter
Chorus
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[Five Steez] Knowlege is the foundation
[Kabaka Pyramid] No doubt, sun
[Five Steez] Let's do this... help them understand
[Kabaka Pyramid] Let's make it known
Verse 1 [Five Steez]
I am, god and man
the five-pointed star for the rise and fall
and the five senses, four limbs, one head
five percenters say arm, leg, leg, Mass is/masses mislead
by belief, because without knowledge you dead
the universal laws of nature and your knowledge of self
show we god in the flesh, a concept is what you accept
the power of the mind accomplish success
man saw the sky from the earth, conceived a higher force
looking to the heavens to search and find the source
of the universe but what the hell they trying for?
when it resides in your soul, your self
is the only thing you can know, see the blind faith?
in an idea that the mind creates
it is what it is in the grimy place
all I can do is live and decide my fate
Chorus (Repeat)
I, can be who I wanna be
Why, shouldn't a man be free?
With lies and fear, they try to enslave me
Be wise, follow the knowledge and you'll see
Verse 2 [Kabaka Pyramid]
I Self-Law and Master, the god's in this
Allah's descendants, arm, leg, leg, arm, we all
share the same self whether you is male or female
I kick the detail 'cause most niggaz thoughts is frail
with minds fragile, not knowing thoughts travel
faster than the speed of light, sound and bullets through barrels
I resurrect the essence of Pharaohs like Isis
call me Heru, my thoughts are priceless, giving life to the lifeless
like Kheperu, I'm coming into being
knowing I made 'em, I still got love for Europeans
reduced to preeing myself as a man and not a god is flawed
so through the faculty of will, I must evolve
the truth, that's Ma'at with the wings on the arm
I sing for the strong, my third eye in the midst of the storm
we all know the Pyramid align with the Five Star
constellation, metaphyiscal conversation
Chorus (Repeat)
Verse 3:
[Five Steez]
I rise with the sun, resurrect every morning
no ritual or offerings, while you still lost in
the wildnerness, still thinking primitive
the difference is, I'm building with, knowldege unlimited
my lineage is the makers of the pyramids
that will be my pilgrimmage, not to where Israel is
the land of the Islamist, they made god in their own images
but I know the mind is infinite, all I do is tap into it
[Kabaka Pyramid]
Math and arithmetic, master the Genesis
unity is one and creation is to sever dis
my patience is unlimited, life force replenishing
my spine with the energies, time is my nemesis
it's all illusion when the gods is moving
know the universal laws and rules, watching y'all abuse 'em
religion only cause confusion, it's all been proven
that man can be Christ in the flesh, life over death 'cause
Chorus (Repeat)
Yeah
Is just a matter of time you know
Knowledge of self... Self-knowledge you know
That's what we talking
Ugh...
Pizzle... Steezy... BP... Bebble
Ugh
Let it ride out
Yeah
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Chorus:
*Bobby Bob scratching vocal samples*
"It's like I'm fighting for freedom"
"Cause I got no choice"
"Writing for freedom"
"So listen up"
"...the world to me is being free"
"You can tell that's it real"
"Live and let live and just let it be"
"Love, peace and harmony" ... "Listen, man"
Verse 1 [Five Steez]:
I'm tired of being young, gifted, black and broke
held down by the system, we lacking hope
sitting wid my sistrin, where's the antidote
listen to words of wisdom the rapper quotes
I studied Marcus in my teenages, followed Malcolm
in my past life but I could never be racist
I see faces of ancestors appearing in dreams
telling me the path isn't clear as it seems
where does it lead? The destination is the journey
here to be free, find myself in the process
make progress from problems on my conscience
it was logic, I concocted these projects
it's cathartic, being an artist, it's the hardest
in a market that hear Rap and ask why we start it
it's my vehicle, I'm driven by the people
I found my freedom and I'm only trying to free you
Yeah
C'mon
Chorus
Verse 2 [Nomad Carlos]
I used to listen 'Pac 'fore I was old enough to understand
what he was saying, but I felt every word
out in Kingston, relating to everything that I heard
Rap opened my mind, that's what I was listening first
but mi start pree deeper, Buju, di Marley dem
Sizzla and the teachings in the music wid mi parry dem
after dat, some all turn Rastafarian
Selassie I, but not I, praise the most high though
growing up, yo, mi read about everything
the history and apply it to the world that we living in
grew up in a Catholic home, stop guh church
'cause mi drop asleep when the pastor preach laws and politics
moms embarassed 'cause her son lacked reverence
in confession, I told 'em that I couldn't accept it
please forgive me, divided from the rest of the world
I don't believe in hell so there's no way I can burn
Just free me
Free me
Chorus (Repeat)
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Intro:
Yeah... Uh
Dawit... Yeah
This is Five Steez (Yeah)
alongside Shaq the MC
Sing for dem please (Whooaa whooaa)
Let's take 'em back in the days
Let's do dis
Yow
Verse 1:
Reminiscing as a kid, life was simple
not as busy as I'm is, in these current days
it's like I'm running away from home
even though that's where my dome's at, on the road
back again, trying to make ends meet and links connect
like the internet, I'm trying to spread my wings
thoughts wrestling about my directioning
which path to follow? Ayo, it's never friends
and I never had a hero 'cept for Malcolm X
I'm like a young Malik, call me Kingston Red
been through so much stuff, you'd think I'm dead
positive or negative, choose the ink or lead
keeping in mind, I know dudes pinched by Feds
so Rap is my obvious choice
plus I got Hip Hop in my voice, I'm dropping this joint
so please pop a top for the boy
Chorus [Shaq the MC]
Just a part of growing up
Even though the road is rough (Sometimes, the joke's on us)
They say you're gonna learn when you're old enough (old enough)
Just a part of growing up (growing up)
Even though the road is rough (road is rough)
They say that you're gonna learn when you're old enough (joke's on us)
Verse 2:
A lotta people said I couldn't do it
met a lotta resistance but I'm pushing through it
and now they realize that I'm good at music
shaking their head, thinking that they shoulda knew it
it's all good, people come around
accept it as it is, don't wonder how
everything in due time, for its reasons
I'm breathing, doing me and it's relieving
reaching the ceiling and past it, like I'm elastic
just imagine, life in happiness, I'm living it
it's perfect, I don't have my millions yet
a sports car or the biggest jet
I want it, but trust me, yo, I don't need it
'cause what happens when your bank account get deleted?
yu zeet, never lose sight of the things in life
valued more than ice and worth the sacrifice
Chorus [Shaq the MC]
Just a part of growing up
Even though the road is rough
They say you're gonna learn when you're old enough (old enough)
Just a part of growing up (growing up)
Even though the road is rough (road is rough)
They say that you're gonna learn when you're old enough
Verse 3:
Trials, tribulations, personal battles
litigation, I been in nuff situations
seen death, been betrayed, heartbroken
sometimes I'm dead serious, it's hard joking
I snap out of it with Rap around the kid
it's a new me with a pen and few leaves
a breath of fresh air, that's the dude Steez
that's what we do need, space to breathe
I seen my faults in the past, many mistakes
even did things that brought me plenty disgrace
now I lead by example, keep a handful of friends
association breeds similarity in the end
I can't be chained by the weak links
doing what's best for me, it's been deep since
one day at a time in the present moment
life's lessons are easy when you get to know 'em
Chorus [Shaq the MC]
Just a part of growing up
Even though the road is rough (even though the road is rough)
They say you're gonna learn when you're old enough
Just a part of growing up
Even though the road is rough
They say that you're gonna learn when you're old enough
Outro [Shaq the MC]
Just a part of growing up (Just a part of growing up)
Although the road is rough (even though the road is rough)
Heeeeeeeeyy
Whoooaaaaaa
Just a part of growing up
Even though the road is rough
They say you're gonna learn when you're old enough (You remember Kisko? Money football?)
Just a part of growing up (For the people)
Even though the road is rough (Yeah)
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Intro:
Uh huh (uh huh)
Uh huh (yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah
It's Five Steez, the Five Star MC
Tun up di mic a likkle please
Chorus
I came to bring the pain (came to bring the pain)
They say I'm crazy and deranged (crazy and deranged)
Well, maybe I'm insane (maybe I'm insane)
but I'm just blazing up the flames (yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah
Verse 1:
Dem waa di dancehall so mi give it to dem
dem haffi pull up dis bad riddim again
mi chat some stuff from within my pen
giving you gems, this kid is a ten
but I'm Five Steez, I'm a MC
right now, mi a deejay, don't hate me
out of dis world, like Hades, sicker than rabies
mi dawgs dem hate fleas
since my ABC's, I was sounding
like Supercat and Jay-Z, I maybe
rhyme like AZ lines or KP
we mek Rap buss a yard, dem disc jock just a fraud
check the facts from di start, ah yah suh it tek off
when Clive Campbell set him box up inna di Bronx
Hip Hop is in my songs, Rasta in my chant
Selassie in mi heart, Jesus in my features
on my feet is Adidas, Run DMC was the leaders
nutn sweeter than the tweeter, leaning on the speakers
wid a queen and a diva steaming the sativa
legal up the reefer, pleading to the leaders
'cause I see the rights of the people is in breaches
reason with the teachers with Egyptian secrets
Steez is the deepest, an MC so genius
Chorus (Repeat)
I came to bring the pain (came to bring the pain)
They say I'm crazy and deranged (crazy and deranged)
Well, maybe I'm insane (maybe I'm insane)
but I'm just blazing up the flames (yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah
Verse 2:
Dem say mi sound unique
Big up Manifesto, the crew deep
Hip Hop ting, is a new beat
Every line mi sing is a true speech
Yeah, dem feel mi like Tupac
so dem buss a few shot from dem new Glock
then some new cop come mek di tune stop
but then dem start feel di roots rock
mix wid di Hip Hop, di empress dem hips rock
touch your toes, now tick tock
yow, mi haffi grip dat from di shape tip top
mi have di sick chat, she seh mi have di big what
I walk wid a slick bop, fresher than Ziplock
you better check what time it is, wristwatch
flip rhymes in styles Pizzle and Dig got
add melody like 9 and di ting shot
mi marry di music, nuh need di ring back
even though the ting lack funds for mi bring back some
drop War for Peace and the Kings of Kings album
hope the local DJ's rinse off some
I'm simply awesome, but dem waa run
mi off the mic, 'cause di bars are tight
Hip Hop cause a fight, dem nah see right
love the flashy life and not the Rasta ites
Outro w/ dub delays
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[Tara Harrison]
Ooooooooo Oooohhhhhh Oooohhhhh Yeeeeaaahhhh
[Five Steez]
Five Steez... Tara Harrison
(Yeah) Yeah... (Ugh)... Uh huh... (Yeah)
Yow
Verse 1:
I'm sick of dreaming, time to make it real
business meetings, let us seal the deal
I bomb tracks, now I read contracts
link my lawyer, tell dem "I don't want that"
it's official, I built it from the ground up
the music sound tough, they think it's now luck
but I've been at this, theory and practice
I mastered the craft so where the cash is?
trips overseas, rip shows for G's
this role's for me, I spit flows for free
I did it all the time as a hobby as I kid
now I'm at the point where it probably is a biz
I control my music and my destiny
don't need the fame, real heads respect the Steez
the fake feel placed in jeopardy
my rep legendary and people check for me
Chorus [Tara Harrison] (Repeat)
With this beat, I lock my heart away
I go hard, spit fire all night, all day
turn it up and feel it right away
shining like the sunset next to me
Verse 2:
I don't need diamonds to shine, niggaz blind in they minds
I guess it's just a sign of the times
they go where the wind blow and ride with the tide
having all sorts of things deciding their lives
not I and I, that reside in the sky
the SunGod on earth, Christ personified
rappers rocking ice in summertime, Jesus pieces
not realizing they've got each his features
divine rhymes inclined with the business mind
bad boys try to shine and get prison time
focused on the music, no distractions
choosing banging beats for the dopest rapping
do it for the streets and hope they blast it
link with all the peeps and we blow some ashes
in the face of the weak 'cause we know it's classic
and you feel what I speak on this soulful magic
Bridge [Tara Harrison]
I dreamed a dream, I saw the light
to live my truth, it's my right
no hesitation, I roll with the wind (Oooooooooohhhhhhh)
no complications long as I keep moving
It's not for me, it's for the streets
but I will be all I can be
no hesitation, I roll with the wind (Oooooooooohhhhhhh)
and I can shine long as the record keep spinning
Chorus (Repeat)
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'War for Peace' is the long-awaited debut album by Five Steez.
“This is real music to help people in the struggle find peace. It is new millennium boom-bap Hip Hop with soulful production, heavily themed with a lot of commentary, storytelling, introspection and raw lyricism on display." – Five Steez
Executive Produced by Five Steez.
Artwork by Lauren 'Rebel' Watkis.
released August 21, 2012
