Back Market Cypher ft. Dready Christ & Torch City Lyrics

Dready Christ

I had to... Drop outta school & teach myself

If I wanted to be white; boy, I'd bleach myself

I was caught up in a pit of low esteem for cellf

Until I heard God's cry like SON I NEED YOUR HELP!

I was looking out for God, funny how I found my G inside...

All the years I had my thoughts hunted by suicide.

Only 'L' I never took, was fail to take my life...

Now ask me how I AM...

I feel like CHRIST inside!

Bigger, yeah...

Highier & illuminated!

The flow's sick, but that aint why I stay medicated.

I learnt the son of man is God's son; that's undebated

-Fallacy, to think that me & God-the-Father: unrelated

Waxzey

Me I no get shop

Ya boy don be na pick posa

When I waka for road I most pick posa

I Cale for ma cona just di play bebefoot

When nyer man wan cam We di pick foot.

Je Sui Nanga Mboko.

But I grow for wah loko

When I enter for Ghetto I di turn different tin

I di siz man e tin

Then I turn sale the tin.

Go call that ya grand I no di fear anything..

Man na fes Don man ask anyman for this bato

I no get doh I most chop sep na Gatoh.

Men dem just di plan me.

But dem no di ever ever harvest

I swallow my pride but e no wan digest

I get Nkong like I Comot ngongsamba

I loyal for ma chick sep pass layer sama

See

I just talk less and do more

Ma Team get for yamor

The boy ser la Mort

Man di kill this shit raw.

let get it.

Uncle Cales

7 fo lo’shap i dey batto di biz

Tannap inside quioske with ma walabis

These rappers dem wack but they want credit

If Music be na calling dem di borrow credit

Yeah

121, 126 man di punch keys.

How your man drop lewa start make six

Figures

Show me your real colors , I paint a picture

Flow di carry mendem high like na rapture.

Man don tannap fo this rap like na sculpture.

Vulture,

All that grand dem ova like beef,

I dey like butcher for this game, i no di fear beef.

Men dem di lie eaque dem grow na fo street.

Streets?

I got two phones, way i di usam fo bolo bolo,

I nova blow, but i blow your ngar like bollo bollo

Rappers get to learn,

But na them di borrow

Them chop today forget tomorrow

Edico

Puff puff pass

Then puff puff pass

Only sun for di bato

See your man don Cast

Me I di

Transact na fast fast

La la, cash cash

Man wey Ye di sale cloths no Di wear trash

Your boy be na Player

Give me back pass

time is money

I don sale watch

If I stay for diedo

All man get for die doe

Chop dat your doe

all man get for die go

Wednesday sharp na day for bring cargo

Market di pass people over flop for bato

Say make you buy one take 2

dat one na big buzz

All man want make gain

no man no want for loose

Came for ma place i go show you ma sectee

Open bay fine chumbe na secree

You buy shoe, then ndem , you go regret

For soirée all ma boy them na junkleh

Mic MONSTA

Helleluya

Amen!

when I start for Pray

I di find na ma prey

And Ma trap na the word of the lord

Papa God send me tho e no be give trang

I don treck for thé sake of the world

Devil on the lose Wuna hold e spirit

But this ma bag carry Holy Spirit

If u fit wrap small tin for ya man of God

Guarantee say y’a blessings go high .

back to the Genesis before u knew John

I leave Mark way all man di Luke

Woman no di Born

I get Holy Ghost fire

But first I go send me ya nude

Here are my Numbers

1st chronicles

you go confirm Revelation

I just get for take pictures when I help the poor

Then ask dou from ma congregation

I know u a child of God but for talk to y’a Pa

U go need divine intervention

Na dey me i Come in

I fit be y’a PA-PA I no get any limitation.