Hi Fidelity Lyrics

System Armed Ready for launch, Breakdown

Fools Paradise, do what you want, playground

I don't really need no excuse just to tear up the rulebook like all the rest do

Informer bodyguard to the rescue make them so hard to get to

I-mon Win the trip to go a yard, a message on the voicemail...

Of all the DIRTY TRICKS of babylon, arrested in the vice jail... lol

I said:

Fool me 'one-time' down a station

Fool me two time discrimination

Fool me three time, deportation

Spread The Word thru the nation

CHORUS

Live and direct tonight, we'll start the party right

Wake up the neighborhood in Hi Fidelity

Just turn the system up, cause we don't give a '*'

Wake up the people dem in Hi Fidelity

How man get all the ideas, put in all the work pon the verse?

I'm a lyricist... I got credits in the neighborhood clubs with the champagne girls

And the stripper chicks:o)
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Now I am looking for the big city girl with the legs kinda tall, addicted to the nylons...

Too many fake leather suits in the room with the cocaine spoons and disco medallions.

All in all I'm a realist, Authorities dem fear this, If your children hear this, they just might

Think for themselves.

Beneath the heavens is a war now, they made the fallen angel a star now,

ZULU you've gone too far now... lock him up inna the citadel.

Send the missile across the border, hesitation? GIVE THE ORDER...

Can't this idiot be stopped? He's got 11:59 on the doomsday clock!

Can you feel this? Blaze the fire... thru your system getting you higher...

That's the question, Is he talking about the musical vibes or ganja weed plant?

CHORUS

Gal you got the body they be fighting about in the back of the parking lot.

All of the dopeboys fresh, and their necklaces gaudy, and you're wondering what they got...

"I got all of the connections to get you, meth and the coke and the sess too"

9 month baby you a breed and him left you... oh how this city life it will test you...

Bad Man. sick pon the verse, music around, call the police dem wan you keep this down

Whole heap of fan mail say they need sound, Jump inna the ride mek we leave this town

What's between us? No dollar$ and cent$ now? All of the love, but it don't pay the rent now

Put in a call to the dopeboy connect now... don't bother tell me NOTHING 'bout vicious cycle