More songs by Masicka
Description
Listening to it is like driving at night with no particular destination in mind: words fly by like signs, the rhythm bounces over bumps, and the meaning slips away, leaving only energy. Everything here is built on flow - phrases, as if pulled from conversations on the street, come together in a chaotic puzzle where mood is more important than content.
The sound is bold, slightly absurd, with a touch of street humor and deliberate carelessness. It's as if the world around us is in disarray, but it is precisely this disorder that creates a special drive. Chaos turns into style, and incoherence turns into that very feeling of freedom when you can allow yourself to say anything you want - and still sound cool.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Zanwell.
It's one side genocide, papi.
Hey mami, dem call me di goat. Real killer, me put tree inna her throat.
Man a di yard, and me no sleep inna couch. Me run di town, what you speaking about?
Hey mami, dem call me di goat. Hey mami, me put di car inna sport.
Bad bitch, all guns all bout. She want it, she want it inna. . .
How you hitting with the same flow?
Bad from you just bawling, wicked with the cane bro. Pitching with the blicky, no lippy, that a fi stay low.
Wonder what dem sipping, dem tricky, me make the clear blow.
Bad pon every stage show, gyal from everywhere, bro. Fuck 'pon it till you dead, foot on she chain though.
Her head will bust, no aim low, and let it bust, no Play-Doh.
Crook we set him up and wet him up, all rain, no. Yah, wet them picking your brain, so insane, bro.
Me bring stick inna your ears and watch your brain blow.
Pussy them inna him place, nobody no safe. Shoot me gun inna him face, bro.
Hey mami, dem call me di goat. Real killer, me put tree inna her throat.
Man a di yard, and me no sleep inna couch. Me run di town, what you speaking about?
Hey mami, dem call me di goat. Hey mami, me put di car inna sport.
Bad bitch, all guns all bout. She want it. No more, no bad like sicko. You want die licko.
Your friend dem a boast of the ganja trick, yeah.
Gonna live for every man, haffi go under with you. Anywhere you get it from, man take it.
So me empty the clip and not one nah miss, yo. Somebody gone missing, cause why you nah listen?
Start testing, me show them all sitting.
Man a class hitting from inna di class sitting.
So my angle, my issue. Punk you with the pan out and road boy run like teeth.
Dem know me strong inna him sitting.
Him pussy, the elite, said the boom inna him street. Hey mami, dem call me di goat. Real killer, me put tree inna her throat.
Man a di yard, and me no sleep inna couch. Me run di town, what you speaking about?
Hey mami, dem call me di goat. Hey mami, me put di car inna sport.
Bad bitch, all guns all bout. She want it, she want it inna mouth.
Girl a wait and I'm ready, yah. Fuck up her face with pan merry, yah. Bust up her kids like cranberry. Bust.
Fuck up your brains with Danmary. Browning pretty like daddy Halle Berry.
Shoot it up under your chin and shot a run inna your jelly, ah. Girl a wait and I'm ready, yah. Fuck up her face with pan merry. Mm-mm.