Yes, me find the metaphors where Jay-Z dem a beginnies
And char dem up like Winterfresh
And fit dem out like Middle East
Me hot, me touch green grass, me kick catch fire
Some go and the thugs me see through dem like Meshwire
Yes, Iyah, dem likes to expire
Me rub dem out like me Ben Steyer
Me meds higher than Angel from Heaven's Fire
Bond dem with the Hell's Fire
A prostitute and virgin have in common
Empire
Dem all come inna me bed fi cold a temper, yah
Dem men kaya, dem linger here
Chunky gal, neagle and syringer here
Christian gal, ginger beer
Rasta gal we injure here
Me flow like the down cable
It no fable
No knights of the round table