DJ Inna Dance

Mystic Roots

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    A long, long time I man a DJ inna dance
    Come watch me DJ in your dance
    Long, long time I man a DJ inna dance
    Come watch me nice up the dance

    Said long, long time I man DJ in the dance
    Put the mic inna me hand and come nice the session
    Said people a dance and people a gwan
    And everywhere we go dem say "Ram-pam-pam" Tellin' you say

    Have you ever tried to mix the dance-hall style
    With some flava from a playa make ya dance for a while
    I got the recipe without no glock in hand
    So open sesame, here come that rasta-man

    Sweet, sweet sounds; I said sweet, sweet reggae
    You really want to dance; I said you really want to play

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    Yes, yes y'all. Hip-hop with dance-hall
    Cootdog baby and Rason Jahmal
    I got that wicked sh*t like the Wu-Tang Clan
    'cuz I triumph forever when the mic is up in me hand

    Teacher, teacher, teacher: spittin' game in your class
    So fast; sucka-mc's catch a whiplash
    On the throttle, potent so put me in a bottle
    Label it 151, put me up in your mouth and swallow
    Feel me in your liver, quiver when I deliver
    Make your blood hot, shiver in the Babylon river
    A youngin, but I'm stunnin', commin' straight from the Bay
    I got ya runnin' and ya' runnin' and ya runnin' away

    We got ya runnin' away, here me come say
    We don't want no trouble so back and go way
    Inna big-big trouble, I said we don't want that
    A how we just cool wit the somethin', a we just try fe relax
    Now cool out with the trouble, said we don't want that
    A we just cool it with somethin', a we just try fe relax

    In the studio, chillin'; write a little rap
    Burn it to CD and watch it go triple-plat
    Top notch performer on the dance-hall tip
    There's not a mic in the world that Rason can't rip a like that

    A me say get up and dance a me say get up and dance
    Jump up and dance me say get up and dance
    A we have the sound so you must love that
    A we have the sound so you must love that

    I pick up the mic in the evening and rhyme
    Rip it for a minute, then blaze upon me Thai
    Strictly Roots band put me pon de stage
    Billboard chart me top the front page
    See me, I ain't even put the flame to the bud
    I'm still insane off the love and the game in my blood
    I've been doin' it since 1986
    Writin' underground hits; West Marin in the sticks
    Been down with the Roots since the ranch in Sonoma
    And now I'm up in Chico on a street called Pomona
    Avenue; and I be havin' brew
    Butte Creek every week; cootdog a freak up on this beat...

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