It's the Anonymous, Surinamenous
To brothers and sons of God
Dockers will be rolling large
Never roll with stolen arts
Keep my arts original, when fail I'll be a criminal
I never mind my material, keep my status imperial
Serial killers on track, villains will attack
I be the illest on my stack
Always the first to where we at
Because it's Mis, I've been a hard kid since I was six
Cause if it wasn't Christ they would've pinned me on a crucifix
Tricks from you hypocrites, the stronger we grow
But I never see no evil alone
So never keep my cool at home
We bury quickly, sick tarts they'll never get me
Now God is with me
We represent, I style shifty
We're chosen by a few, young rebels been brute
They're always rude
Don't know better, ain't no other substitute
They reclaim, on the system maintain
Admitted to them I'm respected like a vooder, executer like a shooter
Lady killing, drop money spilling
It's all a grin
I've been chilling with my woman
It's lots of loving
Now I grill with the state, am I astir or am I aggrieving?
Aggravating, stimulations I'm innovating, spectating
Cranium bustings, skeleton crush you with bass playing
Experimental science debating
I'm feeling sober, drink soda
Soldier, my controller, solar
Have I told you by far this ain't over?
The roots of this dutchland routal
Ended a Buddha, my dreads 'll be crucial
CHORUS:
Come come, to my Northside family, gotta going on
Come come, to my peoples living in the docks, gotta going on
Come come come, to my Northside family, gotta going on
Come come, to my peoples living in the docks, gotta going on
Ay yo, what in this world made me dominant kid?
First of all, no one to blame is the Anonymous Mis
The socialist who runs the game from his throne
Who reigns with responds
He's formerly known, forgetting questions blown
You never stand a chance against Docks Documents
We represent, we're consequent, you're nonconfident
We talk the different slang, you couldn't understand
Like we were French, while you stand and hold hands with your girlfriend
We never took fronting likely
So how the hell you gonna excite me?
These rebel wishes to be vicious and evil
I know you never liked me as your people
But we're the ones to leave you with a blues ego
I know you knows me, approach me
Know me like the closer me
Shops in it mostly
The Docks spiritual ain't closely
Like the beats that stump rings, crumble and shrink
Terms of knownledge demolish, your style sinks
You're missing links
You and your sins symbolize like Prince
You're writing rhymes, we pin Docks Documents
Notice my ranks
Get in this land of no men, half of grown men
Your shit is cold like a snowman
We be the Postmen
CHORUS
I hear evil, I see evil in my neighbourhood
No good people ate me if they could
Understand, living isn't bad in this land
Always thrown with the relics
Schizophrenic, now panic
South rubba, more in the shabba
G-Boah, construct the rasta, north side docka
You don't know me or my home family no
Just be Irie, rub-a-dub styly
We're high like helicopters, fly like whining doctors
The Dockers, we're on some heavy Reggae stuff like rockers
We belong to the toppers, the toughest
On the slow bass and slow drums
We're never in a rush
Party in the slum
You can ask mister Isaacs
Where your eyes at?
You can play some on Holly's back
Shaking on the music that I love with whole my heart
I got you a message from the king like Prince Far I