DertyBeatzFromDaStreetz

Apr 2015

truckerwithapassionforreggae

takin the load down the dirt road,
thinkin about the reggae girl me once loved,
boy did i like the way she rubbed,
i notice me rasta themed pants had a little bump,
me third leg was feelin a little stiff,
i decided to light me a little splif,
me started to rub thee bumb in me pant,
no way i was bout to stop, no way, no chance,
i feel a sensation, me son is Croatian,
me lost control of me rig and next ting ya kno,
me in the ditch wit at sticky hand,
me **** leg cost me 1900.00 annually in
insurance. me learned dat me dont
have much indurance. da lesson to be
learned is if your feeling an itch on ya
**** leg, pullover because if ya dont
you be broke as a reggae boy lost at sea

Apr 2015

Geno Cattouse

Rub-a dub style

Sight up mi queeen she jus a. Rock an come een.
head pan mi chest. Mi arm round she waist.
Sweet syncopate make.love never hate

Ina dance hall jus a rub-a dub style.

One ting fi shore. Dis ridim roll sweet. Baseline smooth and the
Gial dem a dueet.

Close your eyes and open your mind. Rock from the front and roll from behind.
Lyrics. Them walk you out a you mind.
Smooth reggae beat drop in between time.

So squeeze up you love one cuddle and smile.
All massive jus a jelly ina rub-a dub style

My lyrics to old school reggae dance hall.
Nuff respec.

Apr 2015

Charles Lutwidge Dodgson

Boredom with Bob

Losing yourself to someone new,
Looking down over a dusty pew.
Only by the knowledge of slim to few,
While they wait lined up in a dingy cue.

An uprising in a whailing line,
At the exodus hoping things turn out fine.
The collection of vibration,
From a rastaman's creation.

The cap only seemed to fit,
While lazily working the night shift.
Crazy baldheaded men going to war,
Feeling possative vibrations on the way to the store.
Pleading someone "cry to me",
Because the rat race was to hard to see.
Johny was, Roots, rock and reggae,
Wanting more of the things on display.

Pimpers paradise seemed so long.
We and them singing reemption song.
Coming in from the cold after work
After the zion train with a subtle smirk.
Pulled the bad card,
Made things quite hard.

Apr 2015

magpie

- sad pretty girls

Sad pretty girls,
Doing ecstasy
Just to escape from reality.

Seven blunts,
In
Seven inch pumps.
And
Poppin' pills
In
High heels.

Trap
Hip hop
Trance
And
Reggae.
Getting high
To
Euphoric music.

"eat me out
'til I'm no longer
Stressed out"

Smoking marihuana,
Hoping
It'll cure the bulimia.

Three C's,
Coffee
*******
Caviar,
Show up to the party
In high fashion.

Sad pretty girls
Go to the bathroom together to
Snort lines
And
Smoke marihuana
In the handicap stalls.

There's an empty hole inside
Sad pretty girls' soul
That they fulfill with drugs
To become
Happy pretty girls.
And maybe not forever,
Just for a little while.
Anyways,
Forever doesn't exist.
So doesn't happiness.

Apr 2015

Dark n Beautiful

A Mother's Sorrow

A Mother's Sorrow (Pieta)
The sweet reggae music slapped inside the head
Echoes throughout the night
A gang of youngsters argument escalated vowing to killed all polices
The marijuana smoke rises to sky in a timely manner to the
The new dance choreography movements which cause a stampede
As the Queen of the dance hall movements reign like fire
Suddenly, they blades came out of nowhere
Aiming at the homosexuals on the dance floor
Piercing their hand upwards the homos desperately defense themselves
Frantic cried in the night; this is not right.
A youngster grabs his side as he slowly fall to ground
The heartless crowd echoes the lyric
Man down man! **** down!
The party music continue louder than every
Intoxicated females held on to their dates
(Mother of Sorrows) mother of sorrows
Unlike the modern Pieta a mother cradles her only son.
His body slumped to the ground

Apr 2015

Blunt Blastah Mastah

Haikush : The Third One

Roll up de blunts fam
Spark em up, pass em round fam
Praise the blunt gods fam

Ja love ***** y'feel me?