No Surrender - Monkey Marc, Sizzla Kalonji, Capleton

who dem

cyaan cool

so mi go so yow

Babylon days are numbered

I see them fall and slumber

I hear dem a bawl and blunder, so easily they going down

Welcome to the streets of the tough life

As a warrior me grow up with a rough life

when we touch di caana, we nuh run drama

real gangsta nuh love spotlight

when me step to the food no joke about it

hot fire start blaze and dem cyaan come out it

anything inna me way better move

cause if you mek a move to me food, you get the whole clip.

And me say bless up fi di poor

make your, make your life better

money fi di poor me say, and through the weather

bless up fi di poor

make your, make your life better

better, better, better

Hey babylon a crosses

well a di wrong set a youths dem go fass with

wooi!

dem a sanke under the grass with

nuff a dem guh go now to the bosses

well a fireman a bun dem a go scorch with

so we a go bun dem to ashes

a nuff youths dem have as hostage

say dem wah fi shoot di youth dem like a partridge

with them cartridge

(deh one yah name)

And me say bless up fi di poor

make your, make your life better

money fi di poor me say, and through the weather

bless up fi di poor

make your, make your life better

better, better, better

Poor people a suffer so long me observe it

morning to night dem offer dem service

do it for the children, make sure preserve it

poor people more than willing and worthy

give dem everything and givbem more than that

give dem everything and givbem more pon that

poor people foundation, and me sure 'bout that

From the floor to the top

And me say bless up fi di poor

make your, make your life better

money fi di poor me say, and through the weather

bless up fi di poor

make your, make your life better

better, better, better

Gangster rules, affi know how fi hunt fi eat

you affi pressure tjhe road, seven days a week

to survive in the streets, them ask how we dweet?

me tell them no surrender, me say no retreat

we living in the datys of the mob

ain’t no informing ting

don’t call the 5−0

they will kill for the money that you have

when you hand the gold to make the dough you better lie low

every ghetto youths affi reach somewhere

And me say bless up fi di poor

make your, make your life better

money fi di poor me say, and through the weather

bless up fi di poor

make your, make your life better

better, better, better

Babylon days are numbered

I see them fall and slumber

I hear dem a bawl and blunder, so easily they going down