Urban Snare Cyper

Gavsborg:

Still have PTSD from the Time Jazzy T throw my CD in the trash

Whoa whoa whoa

Blackbird bi bi bi bird

Whoa * 4

Big bad voice pon version, buss it cause a disturbance

Five O, them incursion, heh, wah gwan Durban

Scotch, Guinness and burbon

Splash up mi hair with the perm and

Touch inna the street what a bloodcleet,

Badmind from some merman

Can bet say you snare name urban x 4

Bobby Blackbird

Bobby Blackbird:

You in H&M in the Urban Section (BADABAMBAMBAM)

We in Section A Space substation (BADABAMBAMBAM)

Not from round here friend sky direction (BADABAMBAMBAM)

Pink moon, ad astra, red sun (WHOA)

My fabric is cut from a different cloth (BUMBOCLTOH)

Your love puts it on jus to take it off (HAHA)

Tek my hats make kits your shit looks soft ( YOU SOFT DOG)

You do what you can we do what we want (EEH)

Big beats, big groove, light feet big shoes

Spaceship big shoes, all us not you

Don’t discuss reviews

Make songs not news

We hear their views

Don’t care, all true

This is a love song

From us to loved ones

Kingston, Poland

Give thanks London

Big breaks amen

Dancehall, say when

Say less, do more

Alien, encore

Gavsborg:

Burkina Faso, côte d'ivoire

Faso dan fani keep me warm

Down a Accra that’s where me gone

Then back a Kingston that’s where me born

Full up a weed head and needle arm

Try to reach me you need bigger arms

Try to reach me you need bigger arms

I made you drop I made you drip

I made you what

I made you if

Banana leaf make a spliff

Light it up take a hit

Count to five, maybe six

You were live

What made you dip?

Sight alien, Take a pic

Call you dogs, call your ticks