Mi father God bless me, Nobody have to test me

Put me to the test,You can't face me

Me got me eye on the good like Messi

And to the haters so sorry can't race

Ahh, the kid so real, R.E.A.L

And mi a fi don really have to spell

So that you know that this kid so ill ahh

Yeahh Jamaican style I go hard in any way

You can name ?

You haters can hate but it's gonna be a while

Before you ? so you can wish me to die so..

Hook:

Jay A me a fi bloodclaat shotta

Likkle yout, straight off the gutter

On the mic, me a fi nothing but disaster

And in the club I bring the hype like Busta

Chorus:

Clap Your Hands [*4]

Swag it up, Swag it up

And all the ladies in the club shake it up

Clap your Hands now, clap Clap your Hands now

Clap your Hands now, clap Clap your Hands now

Clap your Hands now, clap Clap your Hands now

And in the club I bring the hype like Busta

Verse 2:

The kid so fly something like a pigeon

After this money you would think it's my religion

So young in the game but yeah I got a vision

Of cutting of the fame of you whack rappers ?

Click-Clark I pop like a pistol

My rhythms on point,something like a missal

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

That's just what they gon rehearse

When you ?

Ahh, I'm so sick I might vomit

Sky rocketing to the top like a ? flaming rocket

So fuck a ?

And talk about ? when you can do ? on it

Hook:

Jay A me a fi bloodclaat shotta

Likkle yout, straight off the gutter

On the mic, me a fi nothing but disaster

And in the club I bring the hype like Busta

Chorus:

Clap Your Hands [*4]

Swag it up, Swag it up

And all the ladies in the club shake it up

Clap your Hands now, clap Clap your Hands now

Clap your Hands now, clap Clap your Hands now

Clap your Hands now, clap Clap your Hands now

And in the club I bring the hype like Busta

Verse 3:

3 2 1 blast off NASA

Flow so possessed I might need myself a pastor

So young in the game but you can see me casper

And when I'm on the track I leave you reckless asthma

Yeeah, I be the one and non after

And i'll be at the bottom but I climb way faster

Yeeah, Jay A that's me, ask about me (ask about me)

I stand out like double D

My swag so sick it's something from overseas

The only one on ?

Yeeah, I'mma dawg, better yet I'm a monster

A disease with no cure vaccine, cancer

Chorus:

Clap Your Hands [*4]

Swag it up, Swag it up

And all the ladies in the club shake it up

Clap your Hands now, clap Clap your Hands now

Clap your Hands now, clap Clap your Hands now

Clap your Hands now, clap Clap your Hands now

And in the club I bring the hype like Busta