IT WAS WRITTEN EP

by TERRY LYNN & JOHAN HUGO

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Terry Lynn, responsible for one of the best videos of 2008, has joined up with Johan Hugo of The Very Best to make this new track JAMAICAN GIRLS from the forthcoming free digital EP called It Was Written. The songs on the EP, presented by Red Stripe Beer, “celebrate the worldwide influence of Jamaican music,” something we have been celebrating at FADER for over 10 years now... download now for FREE!
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released June 15, 1909

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Track Name: IT WAS WRITTEN
It was written that you gonna get smitten
In a armagedon war that you just can’t win
When the firmament quicken then the fire ain’t quittin’
We gonna chase you out and burn your city of sin

Dim witted fools caught up in a culture
Giving up there souls to Lucifer the vulture
Indulging inna sorcery invoking the dead
Drinking from the arteries a hell fire red

All you satist I know you gonna hate this
Even when you hate me I still gonna say this
From the River Nile banks unto the plains of the Euphrates
Hail the omnipotent the greatest

No more death and hades, as the battle rages
We gonna rip your pages from the book
For what you’ve done thru out the ages
To the widows and the babies
Bind him to the cages, his wages
For the souls he took....
Track Name: JAMAICAN GIRLS
JAMAICAN GIRLS

Step up real bold inna we black green and gold
Have the whole city lock under cruise control
That’s Jamaican girls dem,
Ya we talking bout Jamaican girls dem
Hot like the summer sun fe get ya warm when you cold
The cutest set of girls your eyes ever behold
That’s Jamaican girls dem, ya I’m talking bout Jamaican girls dem

Jamaican girls, oh they say we are the hottest
Every man a gather round because they want piece a we asset
Step up inna de place lookin like Angela Bassett
Have the man dem eyes a rewind like a cassette
Jamaican girls, oh them say we a the baddest
With all of that they know they still a run fe get we address
And a ask we how we look so good we tell them say a JAH bless
And the man we have a treat we like a goddess, ya?!

Step up inna de place now with my crew and with my posse an
What I’m drinking, well I’m sippin on Corvasier an
Smoke the dro until my eyes them look so frassy an
Me bun a freakazoid and bun a fool and run a fassy man
Them a wonder who so classy an
Dolce & Gabanna, Giannini Versace an
Me friend them inna de place dem look so hot and look so splashy an
Before you violate you better wash ya hand

CHORUS
Jamaican girls got style and flair
We top the world like everywhere
Jamaican girls got grace and guts
Them boys a lust, cant get enough

Yard girls posess a whole lot of honey,
Like the bee from the hive that rob the sugar from the bunny
Aint nothing funny ask Mark and Anthony
Cuz a it we use to dig out their money...
True we come from the isle that is so tropical sunny
Boy left from foreign say him want to meet my mommy
Me tell him take it easy cuz my man can be crumby
Him will rip your intestine from your tummy
So wha we do?
Shake we booty cuz we authorize to do that
Can’t say we lame cuz we know say a no true dat
Jamaican girls holla back because a you dat
All the odds and ends for the trends we pass through that
Some say them hot and when we stop to interview that
Some set a girls them naw’ve a clue where what’s news at
Can’t say ya hot and lack the resources to prove that
A we find the formula for Stella get her groove back


CHORUS
Jamaican girls got style and flair
We top the world like everywhere
Jamaican girls got grace and guts
Them boys a lust, cant get enough


Sheryl Lee go take them on inna dem movie
Lady Saw go rock the world and leave them groovy
Grace Jones even though she kinda spooky
A she a do the big tune name come pull up to my booty
Lisa Hannah stunned the world with her beauty
Louise Samuels take them on like Tina Lucie
I’m gonna rock the place cuz flippin rhymes is my duty
Jamacian girls go rock the world and never yet they sell them coochie

CHORUS
Jamaican girls got style and flair
We top the world like everywhere
Jamaican girls got grace and guts
Them boys a lust, cant get enough
Track Name: FEAST YOUR EYES
FEAST YOUR EYES

Hot gal you see inna me
Cause me no flat like bammy
It's like you win the grammy
Ready for the polygamy
I wanna be a mommy
Hey strip that body for me
I need some jukky jammy
Ready for the polygamy

Oh baby feast your eyes
Run your hand across my thighs
No I won't tell no lies
You better than them other guys
Let me show you I could
Work you let you feel good
Oh I just wanna get nude
So get yourself within the mood

Why you come and ask so, how one gal so hot so
Like a dozen chile pon a whole pack a nacho
My man can't be silly so you better be a macho
To ride this here filly with a ten pound a fat so
Hand pon your willy you a stand up just a cach so
Ready to go drilly but your girlfriend a watch you
In a one minute we a meet and me a snatch you
No limit when me spin it me a catch you

Oh baby feast your eyes
Run your hand across my thighs

From you want my kitty no come to waste time
Move to my riddim like drum to bassline
Wine me a wine like a snake pon a vine
So start my playtime and don't delay time
Gimme what me want because a two time
Six and seven not one or two time
Can't pop down the first or few time
No need no shoe shine no boy no chew mine

Hot gal you see inna me
Cause me no flat like bammy
It's like you win the grammy
Ready for the polygamy
I wanna be a mommy
Hey strip that body for me
I need some jukky jammy
Ready for the polygamy

Oh baby feast your eyes
Run your hand across my thighs

Party all night when I'm back from the town
Need some sex when ready to lock down
When you nibble on my breast and let my sock down
And pull my strap down and force your rock down
Champion jockey naw ride and pop down
Hate it when a boy climb on and drop down
So hold my sock down and shake my shack down
Listenin to Radioclit up inna the background

I feel so special
I need some sexual
Healing for my soul
I need some water on my petal
Like heavy metal
Banging on my genital
I need ever lasting ecstasy
That burns my body petrol

Oh baby feast your eyes
Run your hand across my thighs

Hot gal you see inna me
Cause me no flat like bammy
It's like you win the grammy
Ready for the polygamy
I wanna be a mommy
Hey strip that body for me
I need some jukky jammy
Ready for the polygamy
Track Name: STEPPIN UP
STEPPIN UP

Gotta make some money and go pon the top
Big up all my mommy me no handicap
Naw do nothing funny this no candyshop
Terry Lynn a sing my people back up on the map

Gotta make some money and go pon the top
Big up all my mommy me no handicap
Naw do nothing funny this no candyshop
Gotta be working no time for lurking got not time to nap

They way me grow, me know poverty
I try to put my foot down, seems there aint no gravity
I've got to rearrange the livity
Can't afford to be held captive by stagnated activities
These storms of life a bounce me rigidly
I need some pesos and pounds hey people can't you sing with me
Just like the sky knows no infinity
No end to the amount of zeros to my figures ain't no limit to me

Gotta make some money and go pon the top
Big up all my sonny me no handicap
Naw do nothing funny this no candyshop
Terry Lynn a sing my people back up on the map

Gotta make some money and go pon the top
Big up all my mommy me no handicap
Naw do nothing funny pon no candypop
Gotta be working no time for lurking got not time to nap

I do a 9 to 5 and friday when I get pay
I buy a loaf of bread the money done the next day
My momma come and tell me say she need an x-ray
Me naw have a cent and now the lady for the rent a stress me
I'm heading to the station cause I'm making a report
My kid needs education and I need some child support
Without a hesitation I took his daddy to the court
His explanation; he got three baby momma's now a fourth
Prices getting higher and now it won't roll back
Gotta stay blazing like a fire now I can't hold back
Music is my desire no I've never sold crack
Buy my momma blue saphires when I count my gold plaques
Gotta make some money yay
Gotta make some money yay

Just like Cinderella living underneath the cinder
Trying on the slipper and eloping out the window
It's a beautiful scene leave me be and let me dream
It seems I'm floating in a field of lavender

Gotta have a better tomorrow
Hey Terry Lynn never beg neither borrow
Phred a say better tomorrow
I'm walking the straight and the narrow

Gotta make some money and go pon the top
Big up all my sonny me no handicap
Naw do nothing funny this no candyshop
Terry Lynn a sing my people back up on the map

Gotta make some money and go pon the top
Big up all my mommy me no handicap
Naw do nothing funny pon no candypop
Gotta be working no time for lurking got not time to nap