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Nas & Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley
Dispear
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Dispear was released on January 1, 2010 by Universal Republic Records as a part of the album Distant Relatives (Bonus Track Version)
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AlbumDistant Relatives (Bonus Track Version)
Release DateJanuary 1, 2010
LabelUniversal Republic Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nas
Nas
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley
Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley
Songwriter
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tim Harkins
Tim Harkins
Recording Engineer
Marc Lee
Marc Lee
Recording Engineer
Greg DePante
Greg DePante
Assistant Engineer, Assistant Recording Engineer
James Bonzai Caruso
James Bonzai Caruso
Mixing Engineer
James Rudder
James Rudder
Assistant Recording Engineer, Assistant Engineer
Eric “Twizted” Young
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Benjamin Reid
Benjamin Reid
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Miguel Bermudez
Miguel Bermudez
Assistant Engineer, Assistant Recording Engineer
Damian Marley
Damian Marley
Producer

Lyrics

Ay-nam-may o
Nam-may o
Ay-nam-may, ay-ay-ay-ay-ay o (uh)
Nam-may o
Ay-nam-may o
Nam-may o
Ay-nam-may, ay-ay-ay-ay-ay o
Lord!
This spear (huh!)
Shaka Zulu, Bobo Shanti, Nyabinghi
Man a Mau Mau Warrior
Dispear, eh
Fear and desperation, no depression can't tarry ya
This spear, hey
Ayatollah, Idi Amin, Mennelek
Yo, Man a Masai Warrior
This spear, eh
Fear and desperation no, depression can't tarry ya
This spear
Like Burning Spear, and such and such before me
Who all fought for the cause, and
Dispear, eh
Huh, enforcing all the laws, and
The master of the masses
One has power, the other one lacks it
Guns are power controlled by assets
Owned by financial forecasters
Who are the masters? They are the gangsters
They are the bankers, the ones who tax us
The masses, they are us
The sheep, the people, divided in classes
I go off like a Shite bomb
And all y'all see I'm on my
War paint on my face, shit
My .9, mm, on my waist, shit
I'm a problem, shoot up your place shit
Let a few go, then I get low blazing haze again
The masters, the wall street war chiefs
The elitists groups
The masses, they pray to Jesus
Saying, "He will see us through"
The masters are the aristocratic
The masses ask if the Most High is on His way here
I'm trying to stay clear
My mind is my modern day spear
Hey, I say, "This spear," huh!
Shaka Zulu, Bobo Shanti, Man a Gideon
Man a Mau Mau Warrior
Dispear, eh
Fear and desperation, no depression can't tarry ya
This spear, hey
Through the hands of time and cruel men
It has slew more than a billion
Dispear, eh
It keep on suppressing the humble man's opinion
This lead into Swiss cheese
When the fifth squeeze mislead
The media Misleads
Scares you to the point where you miss sleep
With that said
This lead with this ruger and that shooter
Sub-machine gun ratta tat through you
Copper tops, hollow points will do ya something bad
Our future is misled, three strikes
There's no school when a teacher strikes
This economy, this monopoly
Get no job, just own your property
Now it's back to what comes natural
Must survive any how you have to
Dispear, desperation
But I have no fear when I hold this spear
(Hol' on, hol' on)
(Warning us, not smiling, will you? Shh...)
Mek some bwoy know seh mi nah smile
Cah this spear nah beg friends
Man a run rocket, man a run scheme
Man a run race, man a run down Benz
Can't trust she na, he-na, we nah
Eye inna contact lense
Man a run from police, and a run down wealth
And dollars and nah mek sense
So, rise up to my defense
Hollow pointed is my preference
Should have been deterred, don't know what you heard
Get referred by the wrong reference
When this spear start dispense
It a fly and a tear through fence
Dismember your members, and all of your limbs
Body bust inna nuff segments
Well, man a run drugs, man a run risk
Man all a run out a time and ends
Man a run up and down, and a run fi dem life
And a run down this month rent
Nutin' nah gwan a yard, and food deh a road
Den man haffi go touch pavement
Dispear was a tool, that was used to enslave man
And mek man servant
Escape from despair and desperation becomes more urgent
Mankind needs to cleanse and wash out dem soul with spiritual detergent
A distant army, a distant relative controlling the circumference
And any man move with no permission
They're feeling the circumstance of
This spear, hey
Shaka Zulu, Bobo Shanti, Man a-, eh
Man a Mau Mau Warrior
Dispear, eh!
Fear of your recession and depression can't tarry ya
This spear, hey
Inner city, youth dem rise it up disguised as AK-47
This spear, eh!
And anytime dem clap it up the whole city level
This spear
Like Burning Spear, and such and such before I
Who all fought for the cause, and
This spear, eh!
They can't ignore me, no!
What do you think of Africa?
Africa! Africa!
Ha-ha-ha, Africa
Just, just the mention of it
Just the mention of it, man
It's like you call mi name, man
Well, you know Africa is motherland
And, and Africa is where we rightfully belong
And that's where I want to be
Written by: Damian Marley, Nas

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