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Samples an African song by Sara Chaves named Kurikute. This is as close as Distant Relatives gets to a gangsta rap song. From clashes with authorities to living large off illegal dollars over a old school sounding beat of tamborines and a snare.
[Intro: Damian Marley]
Huh! Huh!
Tougher than concrete
Eh bwoy
Go labbajuice
Watch ya
Check it!
Boom
[Verse 1: Damian Marley]
You nah mean? Mi dip out a whole fourteen, nah mean?
And reload man extra magazine, nah mean?
And wounded them housing scheme, nah mean?
Nuff a dem a move sideway and lean, nah mean?
Can't come bout when man deh in, nah mean?
We nuh like dem colonial regime, nah mean?
Ethiopian nuh like Mussoline, nah mean?
Mi Queen hafi rock and come in, nah mean?
And jump pon mi big trampoline, nah mean?
And boost up her self-esteem, nah mean?
Nuff a wonder how man kitchen so clean, nah mean?
And which recipe dat a steam, nah mean?
The lyrics dem a flow like a stream, nah mean?
Mek you feel like you living in a dream, nah mean?
It come to the crop man a cream, nah mean?
It come to discipline man a Dean, nah mean?
Mi tougher than a Hummer limousine, nah mean?
We stepping, we fresh and we clean, nah mean?
I burn the stinkest of green, nah mean?
Better listen up careful and keen, nah mean?
A Puppa Nas a rock and come in, nah mean?
[Verse 2: Nas]
We celebrate like I finished probation, boy-boy
Knotty Head with no chaser, boy-boy
From the mouth, I can spit out a razor, boy-boy
Open up your facial like your boy Roy in his prime
Eat food, dinnertime, Jr. Gong, pass the Guinness
Handle business, black Velvet sippers
Females never bid us farewell, they with us
'Cause we arrive on the scene just like a high beam, nah mean?
Don't let us have to make the 9 scream, nah mean?
At your racial policin' regime, nah mean?
Spiritual like a Elohim, nah mean?
In a casino or a yacht, wherever I'm seen
My brothers and sisters are never forgot, nah mean?
Don't wanna hear another soldier drop, nah mean?
Another dope addict get shot with the morphine
And Feds are indictin' my block, nah mean?
They're wearin' red from they shoes to they top, nah mean?
I'm wishin' that all the violence would stop, nah mean?!
[Verse 3: Damian Marley]
We nuh like the sound of siren, nah mean?
And some bwoy soft like ice cream, nah mean?
From a bwoy mek the Feds intervene, nah mean?
We send a bwoy go tek intravene, nah mean?
Parabellum dem a itch up inna spleen, nah mean?
Inna Queens, gunman reign Supreme, nah mean?
Kingstonians are real blood fiends, nah mean?
The world is a big crime scene, nah mean?
[Bridge: Damian Marley & Nas]
Yo, yo, Mr. President (Yo, a-Mr. President)
What you doin' for my residents?
(What you doin' with my residents?)
Yo, Mr. Minister (Mr. Minister)
Why you bein' sinister, hey? (Hey)
Yo, yo, Mr. President (Yo, yo, Mr. President)
What you doin' for my residents?
(What you doin' with my residents?)
Yo, Mr. Minister (Mr. Minister)
Why you bein' sinister?
[Verse 4: Damian Marley]
Say man a di real Buffalo inna Rastafari regime
Bush Bungalow is where mi dwell with mi queen
Trash to the bone down inna camouflage green
Nuff a dem that can't go the places we been
Nuff a dem that can't see the sights that we seen
That's why them face all a twist up and a lean, nah mean?
Dem better mind we kick it off clean, nah mean?
Man a gangster just like Gambin', dat mean
Dem can't serve "Congo dread" court subpoen', nah mean?
A who you want come in convene, nah mean?
Attorney haffi rock and come in, nah mean?
Mi pocket dem green like Spiruline, nah mean?
Mi regular fly out and fly in, nah mean?
The stadium pack like sardine, nah mean?
Can't catch mi speed, a fassy hole need caffeine, nah mean?
Run out a breath and antihistamine (Nah mean?)
Wash over gold dem come in like Listerine (Nah mean?)
You think a lie we badder than Al Pacin' (Nah mean?)
[Outro: Nas]
It's genocide, it's a genocide
It's a genocide, it's a genocide
Fifth floor, cookin' raw, had my own supply
'Cause of capitalist ways, that was back in the days
So now I do rap and it pays
Nah Mean was written by Damian Marley & Nas.
Nah Mean was produced by Damian Marley.
Nas & Damian Marley released Nah Mean on Tue May 18 2010.