yo,hear man pow pow,
I man have an experience the other day,
see the ladies dem ah smoke it up, dem ah smoke it up,
Chorus:
I smelled a sweet aroma,coming across my shoulder,
and i turn to see,a lovely lady,
said rebel why u lookin at me?
and i say: someone is smoking,
it is no joke thing,
this must be a high grade.
and she seh: i'm not into c**e thing,
and i am hoping, you bring something fi mek di chalice blaze;
Verse 1:
When di lovely aroma mix up with her sweet perfume,
every single inch of that i woulda love to consume.
So mi pause weh mi ah do, later it can resume,
fi ask her about her smokin room.
She seh: straight ?? mi nuh use grabba,
When it come to rizzla, dem thing deh mi nuh badda.
Haffi know ah weh mi ah do,because mi is a madda
Mi bun up fi mi chalice and it keep mi head together.
Chorus
Verse 2:
This is not a morning news, or a Garvey text.
This is not the Martin Luther or Malcom x,
Ah Tony Rebel interviewing one of the opposite s**,
who only bun di high grade chalice and di ses,
Ooh
Seh friends an family nuh badda mi, nuh badda mi,
Neva mek no one come overshadow mi, shadow mi,
Mi nuh follow people dem haffi follow mi, follow mi,
Mi graduate from Haile I acadamy, acadamy.
Chorus x2
Verse 3:
When mi see di woman dem ah cut it up,
And then dem start roll it up,
And then di matches dem ya see dem a light it up.
Let Jah bless to see how dem ah bun it up,
Jah know wi haffi love it up,
Mi neva know seh dat ah so dem ready ruff,
And so dem call up on Jah name,
and dem overstand the game,
Of life, that remain the same and,
And she is gracious in her ways,
Always giving praise,
But life is ?? chalice blaze ??
I man have an experience the other day,
see the ladies dem ah smoke it up, dem ah smoke it up,
Chorus:
I smelled a sweet aroma,coming across my shoulder,
and i turn to see,a lovely lady,
said rebel why u lookin at me?
and i say: someone is smoking,
it is no joke thing,
this must be a high grade.
and she seh: i'm not into c**e thing,
and i am hoping, you bring something fi mek di chalice blaze;
Verse 1:
When di lovely aroma mix up with her sweet perfume,
every single inch of that i woulda love to consume.
So mi pause weh mi ah do, later it can resume,
fi ask her about her smokin room.
She seh: straight ?? mi nuh use grabba,
When it come to rizzla, dem thing deh mi nuh badda.
Haffi know ah weh mi ah do,because mi is a madda
Mi bun up fi mi chalice and it keep mi head together.
Chorus
Verse 2:
This is not a morning news, or a Garvey text.
This is not the Martin Luther or Malcom x,
Ah Tony Rebel interviewing one of the opposite s**,
who only bun di high grade chalice and di ses,
Ooh
Seh friends an family nuh badda mi, nuh badda mi,
Neva mek no one come overshadow mi, shadow mi,
Mi nuh follow people dem haffi follow mi, follow mi,
Mi graduate from Haile I acadamy, acadamy.
Chorus x2
Verse 3:
When mi see di woman dem ah cut it up,
And then dem start roll it up,
And then di matches dem ya see dem a light it up.
Let Jah bless to see how dem ah bun it up,
Jah know wi haffi love it up,
Mi neva know seh dat ah so dem ready ruff,
And so dem call up on Jah name,
and dem overstand the game,
Of life, that remain the same and,
And she is gracious in her ways,
Always giving praise,
But life is ?? chalice blaze ??