[Intro] (Sound-system siren echo, heavy digital bass drop) Yo! Pat King inna di place! Straight outta Brooklyn to Kingston, son! Big up every real youth on di block! A wah dem feel like? Dem think we just start this? Hear mi now! Deadass! [Chorus] Mi bad from birth, mi nuh haffi pretend, Start from di block, now mi deh pon di end! Tell a man straight, mi nuh follow nuh trend, Real from di start, mi nuh mix with fake friend! Yeah, mi bad from birth, a nuh morning thing, Step inna di dance, a di king dem a sing! From Yard to NY, a di crown mi a bring, Bad from birth, mi nuh fear no thing! [Verse 1] Grow up inna di streets, learned di rules from di start, Pure dancehall music a beat inna mi heart. When mi touch di microphone, mi tear di place apart, Sharp with di lyrics like a poison dart! A nuh hype mi a hype, a di truth mi a speak, Dem a talk tough, but dem spirit too weak. Every single word out mi mouth is unique, Top of di game, a di mountain peak! Son, dem frontin' like dem run di city street, Till Pat King step in and dem hifi collapse under heat. Mi nuh bow to nuh man, mi nuh take nuh defeat, Sound system heavy when di bassline beat! [Chorus] Mi bad from birth, mi nuh haffi pretend, Start from di block, now mi deh pon di end! Tell a man straight, mi nuh follow nuh trend, Real from di start, mi nuh mix with fake friend! Yeah, mi bad from birth, a nuh morning thing, Step inna di dance, a di king dem a sing! From Yard to NY, a di crown mi a bring, Bad from birth, mi nuh fear no thing! [Verse 2] Mi remember back inna di day pon di avenue, People a watch every move dat mi do. Dem seh mi wouldn't make it, but mi see it right through, Now every selector a play mi track new! Patois inna mi blood, NYC inna mi stride, Represent di culture with pure Jamaican pride. When di riddim start drop, nowhere fi dem hide, Pat King a di captain, a mi a drive di ride! Look pon di rivals dem, dem mad tight, dem vex, Wondering which riddim Pat King a mash next. No simple lyrics, no easy text, Pure fire mi bring, no complicated complexity complex! [Deejay Breakdown] (Drums drop out, heavy bassline vibrating with delay stabs) Hold on! Check di rhythm! a Pat King a talk! Listen mi clear! [Final Chorus] Mi bad from birth, mi nuh haffi pretend, (Yeah!) Start from di block, now mi deh pon di end! (Deadass!) Tell a man straight, mi nuh follow nuh trend, Real from di start, mi nuh mix with fake friend! Yeah, mi bad from birth, a nuh morning thing, Step inna di dance, a di king dem a sing! From Yard to NY, a di crown mi a bring, Bad from birth, mi nuh fear no thing! [Outro] (Siren sounding, bass fading with dub delay) Bad from birth, son. You can't buy this. You born with it. Pat King, First Degree. 2000 execution. Walk good!
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