Tommy Lee Sparta - No Chance

No God on Earth can save you tonight
Anywhere you deh we come take away your life
Yo Namin', ya cornmeal porridge
Ask every bloodclaat soup 'bout' me
Me, Evil me name, me name Evil

[Verse 1]
You no bad youth, because you no have a choice
Not a Beretta, you cyaan make rise
Not a skull a crack like pepper-light
Cyaan diss no man 'pon the Sparta side
A the house 'pon the hill a that get you bad
So you go lay down and roll with funny Gad
Good, good, Jahmiel turn gully Bad
Suck you mother, you no bad
Go one side, mek me step cross and kill out the Gully
Buss one inn a the sky, you got to die
You get it? "Gad a die"
You get it? Your funny gad a die
Him marrow fly
Nyamkaline you too bloodclaat lie
Me sure say you never buss a gun yet
Bwoy you have four rifle a lean up 'pon wall
And a wait fi ready fi make step
You're too bomboclaat lie
Any time me ready, bomboclaat try
You nah do not a bomboclaat crime
A bare brawta 'pon your bomboclaat mind

No angels on earth can save you tonight
No God on earth can protect you life

[Verse 2]
Badman dawg
Sparta, fully evil
We go anyweh inna the world go murder people
When the macky ring inna your ears it go so
When dem fi do crime dem belly just a go so
Dawg, no where no far so we never tek long
Hell open up and bun the fake god
Bare evil me let loose 'pon the land
Purge me a purge, me just kill the first one
Ride up 'pon the yeng, yeng, kick the kick stand
Ten me go gi' him out a the 6-pants
In-front a family blood catch your infant
King Kelly give Jahmiel infection 'pon him tongue

You no bad, hmm
Not a crime dem nah do
Dem bwoy deh no bad
God know, dem no bad
No, no, dem no bad

[Verse 3]
Bare hollow point me have fi the rass come
Rise up the rifle, shoot the Gad down
Lock-down Jamaica, shoot down the sun
No where fi hide, dem haffi hide under ground
You a go dead fi the bomboclaat word a your tongue
And the loose meditation you a hold
Say dem nah've a chick nor a child
Nor a care in this world
That mean a bare man you waan roll

Me no hype with me friend dem gun
Me buy dem and sen' dem 'round
Beretta stormy lef' the place dry
When rain fall from pure dark sky

[Verse 4]
Murder the bloodclaat dread cah him time expire
Anyweh me see him, bare gunshot a fire
Cut out your belly with a big gatire
And roll out your tripe 'pon a roll a barb-wire
Dem a get no burial, no funeral
Nothing you fi get, no hospital
Nothing what a situation critical
Not even Jesus cyaan come yah so come create a miracle
A who send dem
Yeah man, the killy weh ready you waan dead again
You mek the rass boost you and give you Supligen
Shot in a you lox blood red, coloring
Teacher send fi uncle demon
Say fi rise every gun, rise every media
Send couple grenade fi kill couple man
Me fling one a court house and couple station
Always have it 'pon me
All in a the crowd, cah me nah dead in deh
Hmm-mhmm, straight out a Mo'bay
Shot buss inna your belly and inna your face
The one shot weh miss you go 'round the corner go kill a man
That mean it ricochet

No angels on earth cyaan save you tonight
No God on earth cyaan protect you life


This song is a diss for Mavado, Alkaline & Jahmiel.

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