[Intro] (Heavy, dark dancehall bassline drops) (Gunshot sound effect: BBBRRRRRT!) Gaza! Mhmm... additive. Oh... (Oh-oh!) A di Teacha! World Boss. ( real gunshots) Listen up close now, straight from the cell block to the street block. Gaza City! ( dogs barking) Watch detailing, look... [Verse 1] Yuh see di scheme where me grow, it nuh sweet like sugar, Every man a look a food, every man a push forward. Dem a talk real tough behind computer screen, Say dem want me down, say dem want clear di scene. But me circle stay tight like a fresh bank roll, Can't trick di Teacha, me too smart and me cold. Dem a smile inna me face, look a handshake and touch, But behind me back, a pure badness dem a crush! Man laugh real low, then me go check di funds, While dem a trace like gyal, me a count up di sums. Yeah, Gaza don't chase shadow, we chase di millions, Step out inna di Clarks, style resilient! [Chorus] Oh! Dem don't like how we living, Oh! Dem mad over di style where we giving. Guess what? We don't care, we don't give a damn, World Boss rule di globe, dat a di plan! Oh! Keep di hate, we lift it up to di sky, Eagle wings spread, see we flying up high. You can talk all yuh want, Gaza never get stuck, Every hater jump layout, bad luck! [Verse 2] Me got di receipts, look at di scars inna me flesh, Gaza never fold up under pressure or stress. Dem love di high light, but dem hate di source, Me built me own lane, me override di course! If yuh want smoke, take it out inna di wind, Born as a champion, we win and win again. From Kingston to Toronto, Rexdale to Portmore, Dem know di Teacha code, we secure di score. Move clean like a whistle, no dirty game, When di riddim drop, everybody know di name! Yeah, dem badness a water, me badness a fire, Lyrical titan, nobody can't retire! [Bridge] (Bass drops lower, heavy echoes) Let dem point, let dem stare, Gaza don't need what dem can't spare. If dem mad, make dem stay mad forever, We deh pon a level where dem can reach never! Hear di girls dem a scream out... Oh! [Final Chorus] Oh! Dem don't like how we living, Oh! Dem mad over di style where we giving. Guess what? We don't care, we don't give a damn, World Boss rule di globe, dat a di plan! Oh! Keep di hate, we lift it up to di sky, Eagle wings spread, see we flying up high. You can talk all yuh want, Gaza never get stuck, Every hater jump layout, bad luck! [Outro] (Beat slowly fades out with the signature high-pitched dancehall synth) Yeah. Gaza Nation. Dem can't stop di Teacha. Every hater a get a failing grade. Mhmm, yeah. Oh-oh... Gaza forever. BBBRRRRRT! (Gunshot sound fades)
