You have the land cold, you let it fry, you like fetters
Hold on, who know it, like say, who be the hikers
Who fill up the knowledge to the youth and you producers
Worse littering is on your litters
Flattering lips, this a come you like litters
All TV personnel and all radio announcers
Hey journalists, just get this inna you clippers
No deceivable youth where you are flinging heavy powers
Yo, blessing, blessing just to show us
This is Rossi, I have the government on them shoulders