- Gunshot
Shot a shot dem, we shot a shot dem
Shot a shot dem, we shot a shot dem
Shot a shot dem, we shot a shot dem
One, don’t rump with the foundation
How long government a send CRPF battalion
How long Meda Patkar raise peaceful slogan
Dem time deh nobody give a damn
- I Put a Spell on You
I put a spell on you
Because you’re mine
Oh you better stop the things that you do
Oh you better watch out
I ain’t gonna take none of your fooling around
I ain’t gonna take none of your putting me down
I put a spell on you
- Mr Big Stuff
Mr.Big stuff, tell me, who do you think you are?
Mr.Big stuff, you're never gonna get my love
Not because you wear
All those fancy clothes (oh yeah)
And have a big fine car
Oh yes you do now
Do you think I can't afford
- My Conversations
Come biddy biddy bang bang biddy biddy bang bang biddy biddy bang
In the Jungles Naxalite a fight for Revolution
Come biddy bidy bang bang bidy bidy bang bang bidy bidy bang
This is Delhi Sultanate New Delhi Junglist Nation
It a me culture, me weapon, music it a me shield
Protect me from dem propaganda and dem lies and news reel
- Ska Vengers Badda
Live in the jungle, then we live down in the city
Bare inequity I see that a calamity
Things come to pass and the end wont be pretty
Wont show dem no mercy and no pity
See them in the city see them caught up in the paper chase
Too many youth get caught up she what a rat race
Ska Vengers get ready for the final days
- The Boy Who Radiates That Charm
I’ve got a boy I’m sure that he’s the one
He’s a pretty little thing and he really goes for me
He’s got those two big sparkling eyes, heaven must have kissed them
He’s the boy that radiates that charm
Up in the morning just to make some money
When I draw my pay I give it all to him
Just to see his eyes light up, ooh its crazy
- Vam
Vampire, di whole a dem a murderer
Di whole a dem a vampire
Parasite dem have we under pressure
Nuff man lined up for the executions
Them kill more man fi get promotion
On top of that nuff a dem in a extortion
Dem collect dem tax and oppress poor man