Easy Mr. Demus

[Intro]
Another request to all di girls
A we rule di world, easy
Let battleborn champion [?]
Nicodemus at di microphone stand

[Chorus]
For, mi seh, girls under, mi have di girls under
Tell you, Nicodemus, a di master blaster
Girls under, mi have di girls under
Tell you, mister Demus, him big boat rider

[Verse 1]
'Cause, nuff a dem a talk 'bout dem a baby father
A when mi check dem up, dem nah no baby mother
A nuff a dem a talk 'bout dem a baby mother
A when mi check dem up, dem no know baby father
Di youth waan' food, seh, di youth waan' clothes
Want a little [?] fi wipe their nose
Read mi [?]
Tell you, mister Demus weh dem love di most

[Refrain]
Mi seh, guerilla, dem a guerilla
Fighting a war in a South Africa
Guerilla, for dem a guerilla
Fighting a war in a South Africa

[Verse 2]
For, dat dem lick a shot, dem gone lick it back
Well listen, mister Demus, mi a di [?]
A everywhere mi go, mi seh, mi na go turn back
Mi comin' from di back, a go reach up to di top

[Chorus]
Girls under, mi have di girls under
Tell you mister Demus a di master blaster
Girls under, mi have di girls under
Tell you dat di Skengdon, him a di godfather

[Verse 3]
Nuff a dem a talk 'bout dem a baby father
A when mi check dem up, dem nah no baby mother
A nuff a dem a talk 'bout dem a baby mother
A when mi check dem up, dem no know baby father
Di youth want food, di youth want clothes
Him want a little [?] fi wipe their nose
Mi read mi [?]
Tell you, papa Demus weh dem love di most

[Refrain]
Mi seh, guerilla, fa we a guerilla
Fighting a war in a South Africa
Guerilla, beca' dem guerilla
Fighting a war in a South Africa

[Verse 4]
A nuff a dem a talk 'bout dem a fighting the war
But when mi check it out, dem fear di bushmaster
Mi know, seh, mister Demus, him have di crossbow
Youth like mister Demus have fi live longer

[Chorus]
Girls under, mi have di girls under
Tell you, mister Demus, him big boat rider
Girls under, mi have di girls under
Tell you dat di Skengdon, him a di godfather

[Verse 5]
'Cause, nuff a dem a talk 'bout dem a baby father
A when mi check dem up, dem nah no baby mother
A nuff a dem a talk 'bout dem a baby mother
A when mi check dem up, dem no know baby father
Di youth waan' food, seh, di youth waan' clothes
Want a little [?] fi wipe their nose
Read mi [?]
Tell you, mister Demus weh dem love di most

[Refrain]
Mi seh, guerilla, beca' dem guerilla
Fighting a war in a South Africa
Guerilla, beca' dem guerilla
Fighting a war in a South Africa

[Outro]
For, dat dem lick a shot, dem gone lick it back
Listen, mister Demus, mi a di [?]