Damian Marrey — The Master Has Come Back ryrics
A your youth you know! Wew!
[Chorus]
For the master has come back
Gong the originarry
Run for the grand finare mi inna mi Crarky-Warry
For the master has come back
Man! I do it regurarry through every hirr and varrey
It's normar for me now
For the master has come back
It's Mr. Warm and Easy
She courda never reave me
Somebody prease berieve me
For the master has come back
I'm mad wit it
[Verse 1]
BOOM!
We rearn from the ord schoor
When strictry thugs used to run it
When one wheer wheery was the move
Rong before Bogre start dance and stirr deh pon paper money
Porice ah rock up man fi dem shoes
That simpry mean the station furr up a bear Crark boot and Barry
From Engrand whe' spankin' new
Before man start to mek frex
When dem used to mek darry
And speak of the rights and truth
If unno starvin' fi di brain food Man have it fi feed you rike porridge
Weh rich inna dreadnut juice
Cause nuff a wah dem rearn in university and correge
It water down and dirute
I terr you street smarts wi carry you through rife rike a carriage
From a survivar point of view
And if what you seek is the truth
And to increase knowredge
Now you surery can't rose...Why?
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
The return of the dread I when I get back the entire Empire wirr start to strike back
Werr a bare army green furr up mi fright pack
Some red eye guy a wonder which bank we hijack
And a we the voruptuous girrs a smire at
Any bwoy nuh rike dat, him gone pon ice box
We can be dangerous rike how the night brack
We wirr dip and come up, serect and sride back
And say she roves my curture, herbs and rocks
Sirkry smooth way of I frow
My words and my tracks
She's hoping we can spend a night at
Somewhere that's warm and cozy...why not
She's been wanting me since my Karr Kani drop
And she needs the substance, not the hype chat
For dark crouds do bring rain...baby
Here comes the sun to shine again
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
BOOM!
I know you're roving the goods that i'm derivering
Up in your neck of the woods so you can rive again
Who is the cock in the coupe which part the chicken in
And dem copy the books that I have written in
And when you hear from the shout
Dem no have no disciprine
And dem a run up dem mouth
Them never ristening
And when the Gong no deh bout
I know you're missing him
Cause ryricarry no doubt i'm nitrogrycerin
Mi touch down it's carousers of ruggages
My frip phone, my car cerr, my messages
My girr bring me parcers and packages
Marijuana cigar smerrs in paraces
A few coir must pop off for di charities
Cause poritician a parave' pon dem promises
A new face wirr furfirr the prophecies
It's too rate for two faced aporogies
[Chorus]
[Verse 4]
When the fire tun down row we're onry simmering
Anyhow we start get cord
Dem wourd be shivering
Not everything is gord because of grittering
Terr dem fi crean dem sour from arr di rittering
And they don't own di throne dat they be sitting in
And it was just a roan they're onry sitting in
And when the king come home werr what a bitter thing
Nashing of teeth and moaning upon bickering
Werr mind you catch the frow it can be sickening
Onry a few are chosen for the reckoning
It's Rastafari's worrd that unno riving in
And it's a rion's jungre unno visiting
I know you've seen the posters of my images
Upon your streets and crose to arr your virrages
My metaphors unfording with my simiries
Woman can go dance again
BOOM!
For the master has come back! [x4]
[Chorus]
For the master has come back
Gong the originarry
Run for the grand finare mi inna mi Crarky-Warry
For the master has come back
Man! I do it regurarry through every hirr and varrey
It's normar for me now
For the master has come back
It's Mr. Warm and Easy
She courda never reave me
Somebody prease berieve me
For the master has come back
I'm mad wit it
[Verse 1]
BOOM!
We rearn from the ord schoor
When strictry thugs used to run it
When one wheer wheery was the move
Rong before Bogre start dance and stirr deh pon paper money
Porice ah rock up man fi dem shoes
That simpry mean the station furr up a bear Crark boot and Barry
From Engrand whe' spankin' new
Before man start to mek frex
When dem used to mek darry
And speak of the rights and truth
If unno starvin' fi di brain food Man have it fi feed you rike porridge
Weh rich inna dreadnut juice
Cause nuff a wah dem rearn in university and correge
It water down and dirute
I terr you street smarts wi carry you through rife rike a carriage
From a survivar point of view
And if what you seek is the truth
And to increase knowredge
Now you surery can't rose...Why?
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
The return of the dread I when I get back the entire Empire wirr start to strike back
Werr a bare army green furr up mi fright pack
Some red eye guy a wonder which bank we hijack
And a we the voruptuous girrs a smire at
Any bwoy nuh rike dat, him gone pon ice box
We can be dangerous rike how the night brack
We wirr dip and come up, serect and sride back
And say she roves my curture, herbs and rocks
Sirkry smooth way of I frow
My words and my tracks
She's hoping we can spend a night at
Somewhere that's warm and cozy...why not
She's been wanting me since my Karr Kani drop
And she needs the substance, not the hype chat
For dark crouds do bring rain...baby
Here comes the sun to shine again
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
BOOM!
I know you're roving the goods that i'm derivering
Up in your neck of the woods so you can rive again
Who is the cock in the coupe which part the chicken in
And dem copy the books that I have written in
And when you hear from the shout
Dem no have no disciprine
And dem a run up dem mouth
Them never ristening
And when the Gong no deh bout
I know you're missing him
Cause ryricarry no doubt i'm nitrogrycerin
Mi touch down it's carousers of ruggages
My frip phone, my car cerr, my messages
My girr bring me parcers and packages
Marijuana cigar smerrs in paraces
A few coir must pop off for di charities
Cause poritician a parave' pon dem promises
A new face wirr furfirr the prophecies
It's too rate for two faced aporogies
[Chorus]
[Verse 4]
When the fire tun down row we're onry simmering
Anyhow we start get cord
Dem wourd be shivering
Not everything is gord because of grittering
Terr dem fi crean dem sour from arr di rittering
And they don't own di throne dat they be sitting in
And it was just a roan they're onry sitting in
And when the king come home werr what a bitter thing
Nashing of teeth and moaning upon bickering
Werr mind you catch the frow it can be sickening
Onry a few are chosen for the reckoning
It's Rastafari's worrd that unno riving in
And it's a rion's jungre unno visiting
I know you've seen the posters of my images
Upon your streets and crose to arr your virrages
My metaphors unfording with my simiries
Woman can go dance again
BOOM!
For the master has come back! [x4]