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Protoje
Protoje
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Zion I Kings
Zion I Kings
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Lloyd Junior Richards
Lloyd Junior Richards
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Pau Dangla Vals
Pau Dangla Vals
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Benjamin “Ashanti Selah” Smith
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David Goldfine
David Goldfine
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Benjamin Phillips Smith
Benjamin Phillips Smith
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Iotosh Poyser
Iotosh Poyser
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Laurent "Tippy I" Alfred
Laurent "Tippy I" Alfred
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Patrick Tenyue
Patrick Tenyue
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Trevor Edwards
Trevor Edwards
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Lloyd Junior Richards
Lloyd Junior Richards
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Iotosh Israel Mykal Geister Poyser
Iotosh Israel Mykal Geister Poyser
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Jean-Andre Lowell Lawrence
Jean-Andre Lowell Lawrence
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Jordan Armond
Jordan Armond
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Blaise Michael Davis
Blaise Michael Davis
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Oje Ollivierre
Oje Ollivierre
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Romario Jackson
Romario Jackson
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Laurent P. Alfred
Laurent P. Alfred
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Andrew Bain
Andrew Bain
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David Goldfine
David Goldfine
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Zion I Kings
Zion I Kings
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Oje Ollivierre
Oje Ollivierre
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David Goldfine
David Goldfine
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Fumiaki "Superman" Ogata
Fumiaki "Superman" Ogata
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Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
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Aye
Chorus
Place a move strange, watch how you walk to me
Look inna me face when you a talk to me
Hands pon me waist, might haffi draw fi me
Because me naa sit and wait pon the law
(Repeat)
 
Verse 1
The place moving hot right ya now, way it hot right ya now
Where the glock fire shot ‘round the clock
You can’t turn back hands of time fi reverse hollow point
Wah them plot make you drop off the map
So youths be wise, hear they blaming the music
They say that it’s rooted in dancehall or trap
Well if that’s the case then what’s the excuse you will use
When good youths get shoot by the cops
Yow, me half wonder wah coulda cause this
The land wah we love just a move so lawless
Yow a couldn’t hungry, how man a starve
But find strength fi rob woman a supermarket
When food deh country and it ripe fi harvest
Yow, I wonder what the sense is in all this, ey
And any man weh a prey pon woman, them fi get line up make we shoot the target
 
Chorus
 
Verse 2
And me say put up uunuhand, agree one hundred percent
No, this naa make no sense, self defense, self defense
Know some might take offense to how time get so tense
Them claim innocent, it depends, it depends
Woman put up uunu hand if uunu naa take no check
If uunu naa take no check, make we raise intro tech
And select it, make a bwoy know if him touch him regret it
No fraid fi go wet it, them naa go repress
How much half bleed, a how much woman haffi dead
Before you see say something sick inna dem man deh head
Psychologically see say them inadequate
In actuality society it a reflect
You think you own you woman, think say a you property
You and you dutty bredrin dem keep up atrocity
When we retaliate, we naa go need apology
We sisters under attack, this is a calamity
Me hear some man a say them rather rape than turn a gay
As if dem deh ting deh related in any way
You nuh see say a some sicko them mentality
The patriarchy propagate all of them fallacy
Even in the church the violation prevalent
Jehovah, you nuh witness, tell me that no relevant
Dem deh business cyaa exist inna we regiment
A self defense and we no hesitant
Chorus
Written by: Andrew Bain, Blaise Michael Davis, David Goldfine, Iotosh Israel Mykal Geister Poyser, Jean-Andre Lowell Lawrence, Jordan Armond, Laurent P. Alfred, Lloyd Junior Richards, Oje Ollivierre, Romario Jackson
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