Lutan Fyah, Upsetta, Loud City - Dem Fail

The murderous are out of control, yo
And me last go draw first man truth
If you know, dem set up, dem trap and see there dem fail now
You no see a demand now
Dem ask a choice answer, me no poach
Rasta no need no boots, no stop we no pose up
And true we nah sell we soul, we no lose
All a come a cow with the truth, dem make dem end up so cool up
And when the peace of is a pay just to face off
To fall out, before you catch up and blaze off
Dem fake hoes, dem betrayer