Don’t panic Richie Campbell

Yo, me never really mean to please everybody still
But hold this...

Don't panic
When me hear the beat and step on it
Go pon it so sick and mek dem feel dem ago vomit
When me rhyme on it dem call me Bush because me drop a bomb pon it
The way me digging in so deep, you'd swear me find oil on it
Some of them hear the beat and move like taliban pon It
Weh dem do? Crash a plane pon it
Dem a nuh the leader weh dem do me nah go follow it
I'm your father not your mother so me nah go swallow it
Gone, clean dem up like desert storm
Smoke settle down you try fi see wha gwaan
When you see me walking over looking easy and calm
Better "send a prayer for your mother" like Gentleman

Tell the bwoy we ago step, pon dem!
And the gyal dem weh we get, ram dem!
Mek dem know we never run weh from dem, warn dem
Diss me or me family me bomb dem!

We on a mad ting, say me get soft, steel pipe inna the head ting
Sing fi the women me nuh inna watch man ting, no clash ting, waste time ting
Straight bedroom all night ramp ruff ting
So what the fuck dem a try?
Dem use to be me friend now dem want fi see me die
Dem use to bawl forward all now dem just sigh
Use to have me back and now dem stab me from behind