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about
Sly Rankin is in his boom-bap bag; witty and introspective on this, his latest offering.
lyrics
Intro
Heavenly Father we thank you,
for life, for love.
We ask that you continue to surround us
with well- intentioned individuals.
Verse 1
Unaccustomed to stress,
Bad bitch voluptuous breasts,
Begging me to puncture her flesh,
like the knife would, life good,
I would put that on the bible,
but this a rifle and that's alright too.
Murder music how I strangle the verse,
that's how I bury my pain,
shovel patting the dirt,
and I still got the drip like my bladder don't work,
Although I jumped on the mission, without a pot to piss in,
And every flow I dropped I killed it,
my style post apocalyptic,
they put it in a book hoping i would miss it (but),
I'm well read like the scriptures,
Hell as my witness, get it hot to ya head like the british,
over bread like a biscuit,
And I kicks it,
Bet i make it bend with the English,
Stir the pot but pleasure never blend with the business,
I was countin my problems, almost started stressing,
Then I started counting blessings,
Chorus
Take me away from the dark,
I deserve a fresh start,
Take me away from the pain,
Tired of the running and the rain,
Take me away from the lies,
I see the evil in ya eyes,
Take me away from the fake,
I said that a couple friends went away.
Verse 2
I told you bout my new boo,
All you said was you know her from school.
I said 'cool',
Went behind my back and what'd ya do,
Told her that you heard Sly screw and how come it wasn't you,
Had a fast one you tryna pull,
I throw down and you told me when you was gon have my food,
The play slowed down and that's cool,
But you didn't hit ma phone and when I called you, it wasn't going through,
A week later, you like 'What it do?'
I ain't gon act the fool but I'm noticing we play by different rules,
So, we can still bus a move but I'm a act accordingly and give a nigga room,
(Now who are you?)
I'm the innkeeper, they can't keep up,
They mad when I pop up, I'm the grim reaper,
They don't like the way Ringo grass seem greener,
He steppin on alotta toes I told him leave me some,
Chorus
Take me away from the dark,
I deserve a fresh start,
Take me away from the pain,
Tired of the running and the rain,
Take away from the lies,
I see the evil in ya eyes,
Take me away from the fake,
I said that a couple friends went away.
Sly gained popularity in Jamaica as a part of 'Gangsta Colony', hailing from the city of Spanish Town. He launched a solo
career as Sly Rankin where he found traction on radio in the reggae dominated landscape with singles 'Tell Dem' and "High Grade, White Rum". Despite dropping singles periodically, 'Dirty Bible' was his first official project in almost a decade....more