Gregory Isaacs - Rumours
For —"Dear..."— Roger, and Sue.
Bonus Ball:
YOUNG M.A.
Angels vs Demons.
(Goes up, before hearing.)
:
Feeling like the old me, huh
When I was hungry for this shit
Still hungry too
Uh (ayy, Benjamin, he got Benjamins)
Uh, I'm back to my habits, back to my ways
Back to putin' that Yak to my face
Back to dumpin' these ashes in trays
Back to who I was back in the days
Back to the grain
Can't believe I actually changed
Talked about gettin' rich and now I'm actually paid
Swerved a little, got off track now I'm back in my lane
Life is good, yeah, but I always relapse to that pain
Mental health is a stain, them thoughts in the back of my brain
Man, fuck love, them bitches ain't deserve the love that I gave
But when I fucked I always made sure they actually came
Went from trappin' to fame, crazy, now I'm trapped in the fame
And I be switchin' bitches like I switch hats it's a shame
With this game, either you lack or you gain, or both
'Cause I just made a rack and blew that on a chain
But I'm self made, back in the booth, back on that stage
And when you independent rap pays
No cap, man
And I got a hundred demons in my rearview
But the money up ahead and it's a clearview
If you ain't loyal like I'm loyal I don't feel you
'Cause where I'm from that type of shit will kill you
Uh, three in the morning sippin' this Henny
Thanking God for these Ms, came from a pocket of pennies
Haters talkin' that shit, that's the Devil just tryin' to get me
Thank you to who defend me, but opinions never offend me, nah
I'm a livin' legend man, I swear to God
That little homey doing seven, he was pitchin' hard
But he gotta take that L 'cause he ain't snitchin', nah
This lifestyle got me hooked, just like a fishing rod
Call me a bitch all you want, just know that bitch in charge
Tell all these small money niggas I'm really livin' large
Just know I keep the .40 on me, ain't got to send the squad
I be doley most of the time 'cause bitch I live with heart
When they killed my brother it ripped my shit apart
I buy this ice so I can shine 'cause my heart is dark
These VVs, what's the difference, just a different spark
I'm a dog and you a dog, but I bite, you bark
And I got a hundred demons in my rearview
But the money up ahead and it's a clearview
If you ain't loyal like I'm loyal I don't feel you
'Cause where I'm from that type of shit will kill you
And your life can change, as long as you still you
When they throwin' bricks just let it build you
If they movin' funny don't let 'em near you
And if they don't respect it make 'em fear you
[11:53] Off.
First Principles, and 'Reading', and 'Chance'.
And, 'chemicals', "What's our Motto"?
North Kensington, London, circa. 2011.
Across the road in Sykes. Leon a dangerous but lovable individual is watching me dance around talking 'Gregory', "I'll get ya", he says. He starts to try and prize Sykes off his ever working, on-going latest production. At one stage Leon will voice a few bars.
"Oh yeah..." says Mr Know it All Mark.
I completed my music life from '74 to '84 with some Jazz albums and 12" and 7" Reggae records. Sketches of Spain was one of them. On Sunday night, Radio 1, ten to midnight, 'Sweet Inspiration'. Black Gospel and Contemporary 'Christian' music.
For the next eight years I sang a lot, and; no sex, drugs or, 'rock 'n roll'.
The only book I ever considered writing was an illustrative and pictorial, 'Life of Gregory'. In '98 through Dennis Rowe (Genesis) it came up. Remember speaking to Bobby Digital in Jamaica on the phone. Others who knew him.
Early 2011, someone wanted to introduce me to the 'Isaac family and circle'.
Now Leon, on a competitive, 'know ya down' tip.
Found the song.
I'd never heard it.
"Gotcha" he sniggered and we stated punching other.
Leon's not tall but might be the last person anyone would try fight. He was prison-hard and thank God, got to keep up regular work at the airport, or we all know what...
We brought it up whenever we met, thereon.
And in a funny way, pleased, it happened that way.
Great and healthy; Learning and lessons.
Three hours and forty minutes. THIS-IS-THE-BEST:
SIZZLA.
Good Ways.
:
Just organize and centralize my people because Babylon have
Instilled malicious and grudged upon my people, yuh know
Yuh see the dutty lifestyle.. the Rastaman ah bun it!
:
There's nothing in them system
Of which they create all around, ey
They criticize their own Idren
Yet they would catch at a straw, if they were to drown, ey!
They not different from those
Scribes and Pharisees who come around, ey!
They lurks in the corners
Skylarks in the streets, flirt in the towns
They never do, positive
They find a joy making people business their own, ey
Dance ah yard, before yuh dance abroad
The High Priest tell yuh dat and you dey frown
:
Galong, go get good ways, true grace
Haffi purge fi pass Zion Gate
You haffi have good ways, it give you long days
Nah take no bribe from not a screw-face
Go get good ways, good grace
Purge fi pass Zion Gate
You haffi have some good ways, it give you long days
Aw! What do you say? Ah tell yuh now
:
They await your downfall
Fi go labba and talk, yow!
Hold it dey, greater joy a come mi son
Yuh haffi go have ah donkey jawbone fi laugh, ay!
When Babylon city ah go down
Propaganda whey they spread becomes a dagger to them heart, ey!
Think say them have a secret
The baby reveal it, say them ah wok witchcraft, ow!
Say dem better, so them ah close in
Contempt the youth them whey they pass
Every man is equal
Rastafari say, trod not on the ungodly path
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Galong, go get good ways, long days
Purge fi pass Zion Gate
What about your good ways? It give yuh length of days
Yow, yow yuh taste
So yuh medicine they taste
Yeah, wha',wha'