Video Death To Microwave de Alkaline 2024 Reggae Lyrics

Alkaline - Death To Microwave Lyrics

9 s Death To Microwave Lyrics[Intro]
(Popcaan's mother crying)

Yow, anything reach dem know seh it fall pan you
All a di pain and then blame she a put it pan you
Warn Dem Evil Man!

[Chorus]
Him mother hol' her breast and guh dung pan her knee
Bawl to di sky seh "Lord tek Him Please!"
Find Microwave dead inna cane piece
Diss di wrong man and pick up couple brain piece

[Verse 1]
Mi nah send nobody fi lie dung a admission
Kill everybody bumbo rassclaat opposition
Glock 34, 50 Round ammunition
A di first it a squeeze, a body gone mortician
Bwoy freeze like seh him get a vision
Same so him dead, eye open, fly a pitch on
Gun man a buss a nuh fi normal civilian
Weh dem a medz wrong if dem think a competition!

[Bridge]
Yow Frass!
All wah gwan, just a likkle girl deh mi sorry fah
She alone di pain!
Pussyhole run all yuh want
But yuh cyah hide from yuh dutty ways!
People a St. Thomas to this day still a talk bout yuh likkle case
Nah talk bout murda case
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Him mother hol' her breast and guh dung pan her knee
Bawl to di sky seh "Lord tek Him Please!"
Find Mircowave dead inna cane piece
Diss di wrong man and end up haffi pay fi it!

[Verse 2]
Yow Flowa!
Wheel out, everyting a squeeze out!!
30 Clip a fire, yuh duppy a leap out! (Oosh)
Yuh get a week, comin like yuh weak out
Couldn't gi di people dem nuthin fi tweet...bout!
Dem a laughing stock, real joke
Shot a fire rapid, Microwave a scream out
Nah stop talk seh yuh freak out
Any step yuh mek
Just know yuh head a leak out! (Oosh Oosh Oosh)

[Bridge]
A just da likkle girl deh mi sorry fah
She alone di pain!
Pussyhole run all yuh want
But yuh cyah hide from yuh dutty ways!
People a St. Thomas to this day still a talk bout yuh likkle case
Nah talk bout murda case
[Chorus]
Him mother hol' her breast and guh dung pan her knee
Bawl to di sky seh "Lord tek Him Please!"
Find Microwave dead inna cane piece
Diss di wrong man and end up haffi pay fi it!

[Outro]
(Popcaan's Mother Crying)

"They Can't Run!"
Mmmm
So we deal wit Trouble Maker, yuh zimme

"They can't Run!"
Likkle public mischief yuh know!
"Gunshot a Beeeeaaat"

"They Can't Run!"
Pussy mi gi yuh Permission fi use New Level Unlocked?
"They Can't Run!"
Pussy yuh dead
Vendetta seh Queng and Heng
"FaaiiiiiiLLL"
Weh dem a talk bout?
Yuh a bait!
Leggo mi style man!