Zulu - The Audio Recording lyrics
THE AUDIO RECORDING Bad man Zulu de audio recording make de track bounce through Your Denali or your Audi Are we talking about the same man who used to work the game plan and then Hustle it inna de weekends? Wan test me now youth, gone off de deep end Zulu with de microphone cut you in half, don't make me laugh People never think a bad man come, unless he's dressed in black, Guitar on his back, Now back to de track Whenever Zulu pon de mic and me a deal with de case Dem get haunted, fi one show The people dem inna de dance, dem just a mash up de place Them gone crazy, cause dem know A fi we dancehall riddim just a k** dem around, And just maybe, we might grow To the point where you play more than one Reggae sound That's right, baby It's like so CHORUS Who ..Still I wonder who Got you thinking you can test Lord knows I'm different from the rest Mr. Zulu, 20/20 Perception We deal with the questions, We mash up de session Come check me fi de riddim, you get more, The gal dem a striptease right on de dance floor Youth gwan like pure crime monster Me give dem de answer, but still me no gangster Zulu man inna dance, people out of you seat, don't make me Tell you again. CHORUS Who ..Still I wonder who Tellin you that I'm no threat? Lord who put dem ideas in your head? Bad man Zulu you test me inna morning, you dead without a warning, I guess it's just me calling All de other youth know the truth bout de Panamanian fool But dem no shout it Still dem never doubt it. Wan test me now youth? Forget about it Zulu give de ghosts nightmares and white hairs Right here de game change, you don't believe it? Well just keep listening. CHORUS Who ..Still I wonder who Talk you into wasting your time? Mercy grows where the sun don't shine