------------------------------ ## [Intro] Yo! Gaza City... World Boss inna the building. Hear mi nuh, TJ! Drop the riddim! Dem try follow the shadow but dem can't catch the trend. Addi A Di Teacha! Yow, Portmore... standard settings. Watch the flow now. Whah! ------------------------------ ## [Chorus] (Fast, melodic, and highly rhythmic delivery) Gaza identity, we lock the century! High-grade smoke, white rum inna the remedy. Ghetto youth rise up, stacking up the energy, Whole place turn up when we step inna the vicinity! From Kingston to Toronto, dem know the pedigree. Real Gaza link, we nuh deal with the enemy. Aydi yaaaah! ------------------------------ ## [Verse 1] (Staccato, rapid-fire flow, shifting pitch on the end rhymes) Step inna the club, Clarks clean, no dust. Man a trendsetter, everybody know we must. Gaza girls dem wine, dem a whine and a crush, Skin tone pretty, dem nuh look like a blemish. A-A-Addi have the formula, the teacher have the book. Every line we drop, see the whole world hook. Badmind a pree, dem a give a dirty look, But the bank account heavy, man a real street cook! Watch the style, watch the jewelry a flash, Straight to the scheme, man a make another cash. Hear mi now! ------------------------------ ## [Chorus] Gaza identity, we lock the century! High-grade smoke, white rum inna the remedy. Ghetto youth rise up, stacking up the energy, Whole place turn up when we step inna the vicinity! From Kingston to London, dem know the pedigree. Real Gaza link, we nuh deal with the enemy. ------------------------------ ## [Verse 2] (Slower, more melodic flow with heavy autotune bending) Gal from Montego Bay say she love the voice, When the Teacha talk, she nuh have no choice. She want a real badman, she nuh want no noise, Gaza empire, we rolling with the boys. We stay winning, no losing allowed, Make the ghetto mothers proud, shouting out loud. Outta the crowd, we stand out like a cloud, Every tune we drop, head a spin inna the crowd! Brrrrt! -------------------------- ## [Outro] (Beat starts to fade, heavy delay on the vocals) Yeah, man. Strictly winning. Gaza forever. You know how we do it. Portmore, stand up. World Boss... out. TJ, lock it off. (Final echoing rimshot)
