Now wezy, old celebrity crew
And all who understand themself
And now see all the slackness is foolishness
Come good
Scrooge the night is low
Low, scrooge the night is low
Now look, me say some entertainer join with us and make some money
We make some money, we make some money
Some entertainer only join with us and make some money
From them talk is nothing but reality
Not me born, more reality, more reality
Everybody asking for some more reality
More reality, more reality
More reality enough for them to get up and pick me now
Reggae music coming like a factory
We are going to build it like an industry
Come to Paquete and come early be
Come down Josie Wade, come down Lieutenant Stitchy
Come down with Big Belly Man Bailey
And I Ninja Man, we are the top celebrity
You go and look at the picture, I'm sparring pee now
Tisha Barankin, I'm big like him
And me want more reality
More reality, more reality
More reality enough for them to get up and pick me now
More reality, more reality
More reality just from you and me now
Some DJ, spoil way
While them talking some impacracy
All them talking about the lady
You know she say hold up your hand
Done with your sicka as them pull up them
And it bring down misery
If one a broke in a fight them kill somebody
Kick out your foot when you see your matey
And that same thing make them kill somebody
We are born for it
Earl Nigga out Tosh
Earl Nigga out Tosh
Earl Nigga out Tosh
Earl Nigga out Tosh
Earl Nigga out Tosh
Earl Nigga out Tosh
Earl Nigga out Tosh
Earl Nigga out Tosh
Earl Nigga out Tosh

Earl Nigga out Tosh
Earl Nigga out Tosh
Earl Nigga out Tosh
Earl Nigga out Tosh
Earl Nigga out Tosh
Earl Nigga out Tosh
Earl Nigga out Tosh
Earl Nigga out Tosh
More reality for who in society because
Reggae music is for you and me
Nobody mash up the industry
I wonder if we make some money
Yeah, but we talk all night, we're hundred and fifty
But still it bill, we're big and wealthy
Make the way, go chain and have enough, enough money
Drive the BMW and also Capri
We want more reality, more reality
More reality, nothing to get up in me because
Tell me about you, which is the creator
Nobody tell me about you, which is the woman
Nobody tell me about the girl, which is the son
People business, no DJ, no rapper
I'm going to talk to some of the singers
We start to sing, J and mash up Jamaica
Well, you ninja man, the most rough talker
Now I come and dance, come through Jamaica
I say, come Papa Billy, come Luton and Stittity
Come Super Chat and then you come early, baby
Make we ram downtown and car party
And teach get to you, them church reality
Show them how to dance, show them how to dance

Make them feffy come and live in Irie
Make them decency, go to rock them piggish mentality
Come here ninja man, they not in vocabulary
Why we graduate from the university?
Now we coming out and be vocabulary
Make you decency, go to rock your piggish mentality
We not come here suffer, speak nothing of the rocketry
When we talking, turn the mic up to you personally
And to the people, they be speaking directly
Me asking more reality, more reality
More reality, nothing to get up in me because
Tell me about you, which is the man
More reality, nothing to get up in me because
Tell me about you, we start to sing, car party
More reality, nothing to get up in me because
Look how they get to you, them fit and strong
Teach them right man, not teach them wrong
Not teach them about guns and about ammunition
And not teach them the way of your dress with woman
Program of you now is dangerous
Nobody teach get to you, feel your voice to rust
Nobody get too dangerous
Don't make me act like send them anxious
Cause I feel your coffee thermos, thermos
And all them your thing, we make them get dust
With your coffee thermos, thermos
And more reality, more reality