Road Block Songtext
von Shinehead

Play by the most brutal, most crucial sound
Shynett at the microphone
Play by the great, you have to appreciate
Ooh yeah, no feel no way
Shynett DJ, Ace Pong-didda-long

And me no waan fi buck up inna roadblock, sah
A la-la, a la-la
They call me Daddy Shynett


What, what?
Who no hear me yet, come hear me live and direct
Shynett and Sleepy 1 up on the internet
Boy, it′s been a long time, tell me what a gwaan, son?
Been around the world with Tony Johnson
Rewind to the time of the galaxy
Very difficult to find another that passes me
Not even so much as a little bit of class as me
To make a long story short, I'm a classic, see
Anyway, B that was with me, me carry him back a Steetland
When a Rub-a-Dub sound would have the place ram
Port-Lane, St. Thomas over Westmoreland
Buff Bay, St. Catherine back to St. Ann
Gemini, Jarro, Aces, Yellowman, Ster Gas
Jah Love, Tubby′s Youth Promotion
Sugar Man, that were the big bad youth
The Herbs man, me God, me King
Pupa Levite from England
River Tivoli, Jungle, Southside, Jewsland
When politics fight, we lose man, it's whose land?
Tower Hill, Sallowville, Brownsville, Kirksman
From Sand to Dirksman, Major Works, oh damn
It hurts, man, the worst man can't understand
Is a rude boy thing, a we play with bad man

We no waan fi buck up inna roadblock, sah
A la-la, a la-la
They call me Daddy Shynett, yeah-yeah


Nowadays nobody have no time fi lately
Idle talkers woulda bag a ray-ray
Turn yah and make fashion and learn fi tay-tay
Woman nowadays, dem want fi get pay
Anyway, you will learn, find out the hard way
No let off and say, "She gone the same day"
With another man, who to hurt the better man?
He may not be clever, but he got the cheddar, man
Understand that money make the world go ′round
So you know I′m gonna stack it, dollar, yen to pound
In Living Colour bringing you the history
That's why you should listen to me
1980, When I got on this mic shit
Ever since then I held it with a tight grip
No, never might slip, my grip, f-f-f-f-firm in it
In other words, I′m tryna tell you this is permanent
Shit, I never miss, I'ma give it to Chris
Joell′s gonna master this, what?

We no waan fi buck up inna roadblock, sah
A la-la, a la-la
They call me Daddy Shynett
And me no waan (Ooh yay) fi buck up inna curfew, sah
A la-la, a la-la
They call me Daddy Shynett, yeah, yeah

Dancehall style, not a bashment, full of trashmen
A party where a lot of ballers cash, man
Hot gyal with the eyes closed wobbling
Skin it out, feel the soundman juggling
The chains will make you strain, it's raining champagne
And forget about making chats down the lane
Jump around, ′cause nobody can't call your name
So you mix up inna Boogaman's Sona Might game
All the same, you have to big up who a run tings now
Crazy Richie, Rodigan, Ricky, True, a we pose
Cah Juice, Jah Wise, Down Beat, all radio man
And all musician from ′round of Don Juan
High Plains never drifted, now get it twisted
Entertainer run a Don Juan gifted
Get lifted, fi dem foot it nah go touch the floor
Terrorist, urban major, slug him anymore
Who goes there? Who know better prepare?
You don′t know? I'm top twelve, five brigadier
More me than mi own vessel
A who a waan so?
Shyne, Spanner, Loose again we go so
Make a dollar van out of four-six Range
A mi name, a mi name, a mi name can′t change

You no waan fi buck up inna roadblock, sah
A la-la, a la-la
They call me Daddy Shynett
And me no waan (Ooh yay) fi buck up inna curfew, sah
A la-la, a la-la
They call me Daddy Shynett
Play by the great, you have to appreciate (I tell dem)
And me no waan (Ooh yay) fi buck up inna curfew, sah
A la-la, a la-la
They call me Daddy Shynett
And me no waan (Ooh yay) fi buck up inna roadblock, sah
A la-la, a la-la
Play by the great, you have to appreciate
Play by the most brutal, most crucial sound
Shynett at the microphone
Ace Pong-didda-long