Isn't it that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery?
That sounds right. That being said, the title to the previous post was stolen, but it was "copied" with the greatest of intentions. I swear it.
You know, it was like The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. My fellow island in the stream, Taylor, coined it and it worked for her; I thought about it, tried it for myself and was astonished to find that it fit me, too, so I used it.
I'm sure this "island in the archipelago" suits others, too, so use it - not at your leisure, but with discretion... not to say your discretion, but just plain ol' discretion. Consider it copywrited.
Sidebar:
Sinead O'Connor is included in one of 33 tracks on the Irie Reggae Hits Time Life CD special?!
Somehow I'm feeling that the word "hits" has been misused.
As if the "Bad Boys" theme song by Inner Circle and "Here Comes the Hotstepper" by Ini Kamoze aren't reason enough to make you question whether these songs are truly Irie (whatever that means), reggae (surely it takes more than the accent, no?) or hits.
Seriously though, what does any of what Ini Kamoze is saying mean?
What's up with the "murderer" hook? Sometimes it seems like he's the murderer, but other times it's like he's calling whoever the murderer.
Case in point:
Here comes the hotstepper, murderer (Like, is he the murderer here?)
I’m the lyrical gangster, murderer (This could work as an introduction. "Hello murderer. I'm the lyrical gangster. Pleased to make your acquaintance, mon.")
Excuse me mister officer, murderer (Is the cop the killer or is the hotstepper/lyrical gangster the murderer? Are they going to fight? Quick. To the next line.)
Still love you like that, murderer (No. No fightin' here. They jus' playin'.)
Who is the "we" that don't die, but multiplies? What does hotstepping have to do with being a lyrical gangster?
And lyrical gangster?
"I will slay you. Not with my sword. Nor with my gat, but with my words. Die sucka. Na na na nah."
Read these lyrics. "What?!" crieth Li'l Jon. "What?!"
Hit it
Nah, na na na nah, na na na nah, na na nah, na na nah, na na na nah
Here comes the hotstepper, murderer
I’m the lyrical gangster, murderer
Pick up the crew in-a de area, murderer
Still love you like that, murderer
No, no, we don’t die
Yes, we multiply
Anyone test will hear the fat lady sing
Act like you know, Rico
I know what Bo don’t know
Touch them up and go, uh-oh
Ch-ch-chang-chang
Here comes the hotstepper, murderer
I’m the lyrical gangster, murderer
Excuse me mister officer, murderer
Still love you like that, murderer
Extraordinary
Juice like a strawberry
Money to burn baby, all of the time
Cut to fade is me
Fade to cut is she
Come juggle with me, I say every time
Here comes the hotstepper, murderer
I’m the lyrical gangster, murderer
Dial emergency number, murderer
Still love you like that, murderer
Nah, na na na nah, na na na nah, na na nah, na na nah, na na na nah
It’s how we do it man
Nah, na na na nah, na na na nah, na na nah, na na nah, na na na nah
Start like a jackrabbit
Finish in front of it
On the night is jack , that’s it, understand
I’m the daddy of the mack daddy
His are left in gold, maybe
Ain’t no homey gonna play me, top celebrity man
Murderer
I’m the lyrical gangster, murderer
Excuse me mister officer, murderer
Still love you like that, murderer
No, no, we don’t die
Yes, we multiply
Anyone test will hear the fat lady sing
Act like you know, “G” go
I know what Bo don’t know
Touch them up and go, uh-oh
Ch-ch-chang-chang
Nah, na na na nah, na na na nah, na na nah, na na nah, na na na nah, yeah man
Nah, na na na nah, na na na nah, na na nah, na na nah, na na na nah, right
Here comes the hotstepper, murderer
I’m the lyrical gangster, murderer
Big up all crew bow ya, murderer
Still love you like that, murderer
Here comes the hotstepper, murderer
I’m the lyrical danger, murderer
Pick up the crew in-a the area, murderer
Still love you like that, murderer
Here comes the Hotstepper
I’m the lyrical gangster
I’m a live in-a me danger
Still love you like that
Hey
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