Eagle Lyrics - Vybz Kartel

TJ, fucker dem lose dem senses or something 

Something wrong with dem 

Something wrong with dem 

Dem lick dem head 

Dem muss lick dem head 

Something wrong with dem 

Something wrong with dem 

Waterford 

Shot a spin like gyal a whine fast 

Everybody' affi duck the eagle a fly past 

Skin catch a fire vampire Christ cross 

Man a run and a lick up inna dem one another, ha, ha 

Glory be to God, glory to the King 

At your funeral, a choir that a sing 

Give you two clip of rapid an' it bruk the fire pin 

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Knock it, mek him drop so me check him pocket 

The bwoy d'even walk with a matic 

A just feelings the pussy did a carry 

Waterford man step out an' knock it 'pon him 

Man a knee lift, a mussi Donald Quarrie 

We do this easy, no hackle no inna this 

Me nah have nowhere to lock so much rifle and so much matic 

Gaza man alone have about two dozen matic 

Shot a spin like gyal a whine fast 

Everybody' affi duck the eagle a fly past 

Skin catch a fire vampire Christ cross 

Man a run and a lick up inna dem one another, ha, ha 

Glory be to God, glory to the King 

At your funeral, a choir that a sing 

Give you two clip of rapid an it bruk the fire pin 

Photos 

Sidung 'pon dem ends like it is a office 

Kotch it dem a load, SLR broke chalice 

A must rapture this to bloodclart, man a vanish 

Six pants an knock with the M1 an couple Kalash 

Do you feel it, Addi a the baddest 

Me get the grizzly, from down in at the valley 

Sherlock and brook valley nah tell you sorry 

Riverton have sum bloodclat gun I carry 

Shot a spin like gyal a whine fast 

Everybody' affi duck the eagle a fly past 

Skin catch a fire vampire Christ cross 

Man a run and a lick up inna dem one another, ha, ha 

Glory be to God, glory to the King 

At your funeral, a choir that a sing 

Give you two clip of rapid an it bruk the fire pin 

Knock it, mek him drop so me check him pocket 

The bwoy d'even walk with a matic 

A just feelings the pussy did a carry 

Waterford man step out an' knock it 'pon him 

Man a knee lift, a mussi Donald Quarrie 

We do this easy, no hackle no inna this 

Me nah have nowhere to lock so much rifle and so much matic 

Gaza man alone have about two dozen matic 

Shot a spin like gyal a whine fast 

Everybody' affi duck the eagle a fly past 

Skin catch a fire vampire Christ cross 

Man a run and a lick up inna dem one another, ha, ha 

Glory be to God, glory to the King 

At your funeral, a choir that a sing 

Give you two clip of rapid an it bruk the fire pin 

Glory be to God 

Glory to the King 

Glory to the King 

Glory to the King