Not Afraid




		Murder Inna Dancehall is a website that exposes the violent and disrespectful lyrics conveyed in dancehall music towards the gay and lesbian community. Although you might find it difficult to understand the lyrics which are written in Jamaican patois (batty man, chi chi man, funny man, fassy, faggot), they are all, nonetheless, pejorative appellations for gays.
				Not Afraid – Elephant Man Chorus War nah dunn fi now Batty man a multiply them clique a grow They should know, say we gun them longer now Them cyaa march inna we place gunshot will blow Thats how we grow! We take a vow Jamaicans nah guh your way Gun a lick them wid bullet like stone Bad man is not afraid to rise them guns weh chrome Man nah trace like no gal down town I buss my gun the way I feel Pan a faggot man a clean blue steel Death rowwww! It nuh tek me nutten fi war them on my own Verse 1 A them guh start di war so now we nah guh compromise Why them guh bruk di law and now dem wha apalogize Tru them know say August Town man have gun enterprise Its not di likkle one pop weh them use to criticize Di army and di force them know say we gun dem legalize A wonda how it happn and it never authorize When we a kill out fassy man we a generalize Tivoli, Jungle wha dem dead and not alive Me have some gun weh ____size Fi leff them paralyze Me gun them shine and chrome it a blind them eyes Them hypnotize Batty man fi bunn to ashes!! pan that me a emphasize Blue steel a leff them tranquilize Chorus Bad man is not afraid to rise them guns weh chrome Man nah trace like no gal down town I buss my gun the way I feel Pan a faggot man a clean blue steel Death rowwww! It nuh tek me nutten fi war them on my own Verse 1 You will neva live to see a man a braid me hair So when me kill them off nobody nuh fi interfere Volunteer fi kill them off them and them cavilere From yo ride di rear you a guh get damage severe Man back yo love climb? Boy yo mussi ____ Old queer so me kill them off so dem re-appear Remember me and fren them a some old gun pioneer Feel the iron here when it start fi roll like a lion-eer Bawl, like a gal when them hear steel a clean Big up all my thugs weh know them str88t juss like a seam So chi chi when yo see him weh you a guh tell di supreme? Me bun them peaches and cream Chorus War nah dunn fi now Batty man a multiply them clique a grow They should know, say we gun them longer now Them cyaa march inna we place gunshot will blow Thats how we grow! We take a vow Jamaicans nah guh your way Gun a lick them wid bullet like stone Bad man is not afraid to rise them guns weh chrome Man nah trace like no gal down town I buss my gun the way I feel Pan a faggot man a clean blue steel Death rowwww! It nuh tek me nutten fi war them on my own
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