As We Enter Lyrics - Distant Relatives - Damian "junior Gong" Marley

As we enter, come let we take you on to dig this adventure 

Must be dementia that you ever thought you could touch our credentials 

What's the initials? Q-B Jamrock the lyrical officials 

Send out the order, laws, and the rituals 

Burn candles, say prayers, paint murals 

It is truth we big news we hood heroes 

Put ass to anchor, we come to conquer 

I not badman, we not play Willy Wonka 

And I got the guns, I got the ganja 

And we could blaze it up on your block if you want to 

Or haze it up stash-box in a Hummer 

Or you could run up and get done up 

Or get something that you want none of 

Unlimited amount you collect from us 

Direct from us, street intellectuals 

And I'm shrewd about decimals and my man'll speak Patois 

And I can speak rap star, y'all feel me 

Even if it's in Swahili or body Ghani 

Masuri Sana, switch up the language and move to Ghana 

Salute and honor, real revolution rhymers 

Rhythm piranhas, like two Obamas, unfold the drama 

Word is out, hysteria you heard about 

Nas and Jr. Gong came to turn it out 

Body the verses till they scream "murder" out 

The kings is back time to return the crown 

Who want it? Tuck your chain, we're due coming 

Renegades that'll peel you back like new hundreds 

Bet your jewels on it you don't want to lose on it 

Either move on or move on it 

Queens to Kingston gunshot we use and govern the kingdom 

Rise up to Winstead I can see the fear up in your eyes, realize you can die any instant 

And I can hear the sound of your voice when you must lose your life like mice in the kitchen 

Snitching, I can see him pissing on his-self and he wetting up his thighs and he trying to resist it 

Switching, I can smell him digging up shit like a fly, come around, and keep persisting 

That's how you end up in a hit list 

In a bad man business 

No evidence 

Crime scene, fingerprint-less 

Flow effortless 

Casual like the weekends 

No pressure when 

We're comfy and decent 

We set this off beasting 

Hunting season 

And, frankly speaking 

Word is out, hysteria you heard about 

Nas and Jr. Gong came to turn it out 

Body the verses till they scream "murder" out 

The kings is back time to return the crown 

Who want it? Tuck your chain, we're due coming 

Renegades that'll peel you back like new hundreds 

Bet your jewels on it you don't want to lose on it 

Either move on or move on it