Song Lyrics

(Hello?)

Hey yo! Ladies and gentlemen ha ha ha!
Welcome to the team wit the mighty Black Jays yeah!
All di wicked heart dem, who a dat we a know!
Burn dem up man, what happen to di lighter?
Yo blaze dem up burn dem up man!
Yeah yo Kardinal! Heh
Ya need summa, Black Jays! Ha ha!

Yo! Come here suh, mek a likkle way
Here comes the fireman and mi no play
Sounds get a likkle parasitical from the verses that I spray
Remember I don't play and I don't take no disrespect in any way
Gangsta, I hear dem likkle punks
I see the crooked way you like to walk
But Jah-Jah has a better understanding of the way I like to move
Ain't got nothing to prove and I am not wasting a second checkin' you
Punk, the speakers in the trunk
The bass is overloaded feel the tump
The highs are sounding high-high super high
Watch a di man dem kiss the sky
Everyting ah everyting, so you know Kardinal don't have to lie
Nah, the world is what I want
I'm not gonna lose my flow trying to flaunt
Mi nah gon' try and fit in with the devil I am on another seat
Aye, so my youte better beware it's a rude boy!

Ah mi say make way
Here comes the fireman (ah!)
With ganja, Hennessy all inna hand (yo)
Woman touch we pocket and take out a couple grand
Dagger pon mi hip and mi ting inna hand
Wha-whoi-whoi-whoi you!
Boy full time shoulda learn
You play with the fire get burn (cha!)
Making money, ah blood jails dem concern
When the record deejay blaze it make it burn
Burn!

Yo! I represent my crew
Some youths they love to talk until they blue
My family will look out for each other 'cause that's how we haffi do
We ain't talking to you or we ain't dealing with a likkle interview
Gweh! Big up to Miss Hakim
We controlling the scene and making green
Some people think dem haffi pay to chatter and talk all bout dem machine
I don't live in between and I am not concern with hold no magazine
Cho! I am just who I am
I been this way since I was in a pram
And naturally we all are insecure but ya haffi dash wey that fi sure
Soon as it hit the door ya haffi mek dem know say man ah come fi more
Yeah! More than the rest a dem
I do not feel no ways if you no blend
'Cause they will always want the righteous man
Fi bob we head and make it bend
This youth can not pretend (dash wi dat!)

A me say make, way
Here comes the fireman (ah!)
With ganja, Hennessy all inna hand (yo)
Woman touch we pocket and take out a couple grand
Dagger pon mi hip and mi ting inna hand
Wha-whoi-whoi-whoi you!
Boy full time shoulda learn
You play with the fire get burn (cha!)
Making money, ah blood jails dem concern
When the record deejay blaze it make it burn
Burn!

Burn! Ah mi say fire!
Righteous man liveth forever and eye-ver more
Aha ha, ha ha! Yeah! Black Jays (ah mi say fire)
Konvict family stand strong unno rude bwoy!
Heh heh, heh heh (ah!)

Again, again
Ah mi say make way
Here comes the fireman (ah!)
With ganja, Hennessy all inna hand (yo)
Woman touch we pocket and take out a couple grand
Dagger pon mi hip and mi ting inna hand
Wha-whoi-whoi-whoi you!
Boy full time shoulda learn
You play with the fire get burn (cha!)
Making money, ah blood jails dem concern
When the record deejay blaze it make it burn
Burn!

Alright now son, listen to me
F*ck this nigga man
I am sendin' you to go hang out with your cousin Kardinal for the summer
Aw
You're causing too much trouble in the streets and you need to clean up ya shelf

This nigga talking crazy, I don't wanna f*ck with Kardinal
I mean that nigga cool and shit
That nigga be tryna kick knowledge
I ain't tryina hear that shit B
Learning is wack, I rather be selling crack
Nah mean? Smoking that piff, nah mean?
Yeah busting my gun B, that nigga don't buss his gun man
And, and you know what too B?
That nigga be using too much big words
When I see that nigga, I be like yo
Yo word up, yo don't be using no, yah mean, big words around me B
Nigga be playing to much Reggae too man, I ain't tryna hear that shit
F*ck, yo f*ck that B, I ain't going nowhere, I'm staying in my hood nigga
Yah mean, with my pants saggin' to my knees nigga
Yah mean, my boxers match my sneakers and my fitted
F*ck that B, nigga ain't cool, nigga can't dress like me B
Yo I ain't going man, f*ck that shit B, outta here

Jason Harrow, Lindo Parks, Robert Shea Taylor

The duration of Burnt is 4:56 minutes and seconds.