rock rock y all spearhead comes alive on the eve of 2 triple o 11 45 no jive we be survivin singin praises to jah every time we throw down and every time we puff la haaaaa well you can roll my way on the chocolate supa highway late last year some of you mighta had fear that the spearhead crew would never be back through your way no way we naw go out like that because we livin for the rhythm and the funk is always fat so we bring fat beats like a gift for christmas i ll make you testify just like an o j simpson witness our sound is so alarming like killer bees people all be swarming so like the price is right come on down make a little wish but excuse me while i light my spliff and make some noise if you think the herbs a gift hoooo check it i m descending back into this record the heavy breathing funky rhyme paramedic shootin funky venom from my sharp tooth injectors not to vex ya but yes to resurrect ya cause i can t stand the pain outside my window why ya think so many smokin indo blunts sippin gin and juice for more confidence blowin more la than jackie chan be doin stunts the buddah elevates the stress off the chest but could never elevate boot off the ghetto necks flex like flash when they try to pull me under but like the lightnin i ll be there before the thunder yes i remember the time in oklahoma you tried to blame an arab but the whitey was the bomber you be jumpin to conclusions i think you spent your whole life watchin cable in seclusion illusions bout what s outside your door one nigga two nigga three nigga four robbing every house and every liquor store run for your life we marchin one million more plowing the fields like some natty dread farmers you can roll your own in september from our harvest big up yourself when life comes gets the hardest spearhead s comin straight from the cartridge 