Out in the street, they call it
The lad quirk his sandals and no back too
He thugs them with the way them got too
And bout him twice too, shh, shh, shh
Don't make them spot you
Unless you carry guns a lot too
A beer tough thing come at you
When Trent's town man stop laughing, block off traffic
Then them we land, pop off and them start trapping
We dip in file long and it happy, trapping
Police come in a jeep and them can't stop it
Some say them a playboy, a playboy, a bit
A bit

Ketchup like a bad habit
Son of a da pow stuff if you're down to fit
Rastafari stands alone
Welcome to Jam Rap
Welcome to Jam Rap
Out in the street, they call it murder
Welcome to Jam Dom
Where people are dead at random
Political violence can't done
Play ghost and phantom
You them get down



Dead blind by stardom
Now the king of kings a call
Whole man to pick me
So wave who no one if you with me
To see the sufferation sick me
Them suit not fit me
To win election them trick with
Then them down to nothing at all
Come on let's face it
I get how education's basic
And most of the youths them waste it
And when them waste it
That's when them take the guns replace it
Then them don't stand a chance at all
And that's why enough little youth have up some fat
With the X-Shot in a them back pocket
And a bleach a night time in a some black jacket
All who not lock said them a lock rocket
Them a fully woke a current like a shock socket
Them a run a road block which bother cops block it
And from now till a morning a stop clock it
If them run out a rounds a broke back ratchet
Welcome to Jam Rap
Welcome to Jam Rap
They not sight
Welcome to Jam Rap
East coast west coast
Yo
Welcome to Jam Rap
Gone wild Midy sexy and several
Eh
Welcome to Jam Rap
Out in the street they call is murder
Jamaica, Jamaica
Jamaica, Jamaica
Jamaica, Jamaica
Yo
Jamaica, Jamaica
Jamaica, Jamaica