Love It Or Leave It Alone / Welcome To Jamrock
Lyrics Alicia Keys

Featuring: Damian Marley, Mos Def, Common

ALICIA: come on! Ohoh ohoh ohoh…ohoh
MOS DEF: yes yes yes
COMMON: freak freak you'll
MOD DEF: put 'em hands in the air, you'll! and just clap yo hands
COMMON: waddup Brooklyn!!!
MOS & COMMON: freak freak you'll and you don't stop or to the beat you'll…
Mad love for the culture
Since the days of Addidas and hip hop posters
Now I host with Mos and just to boast to brag or bet about it
Cause I can't live without it
Seen her on the streets when I was like ten
Especially's of a lagged and young black man
Do back spins in back yards coz we rap harder
People to likes us now we black stars
Gift from God
They said we must be crazy
Now they saying Common, Nasir and Jay Z
Leaders of tomorrow
Follow the steps of Africa's rap in the ghettos making it spressed up
Yo we bring the light we do it tonight
Alicia Keys and Mos Def bring it right
We come down and bam! And rock who I am
Common Sense, yo! I rip the band, yo!
You gotta love it or leave it alone(X8)
Peep it out while I tell you like this
A fresh to the soil be sure you don't miss
It's the… true for ya, true feature
I could go on for days about it screaming, "Alicia!"
Walking down the block with brother Common Sense
Call grand Common Sense
So what the heck so I
Show this fresh girl that you always sure
Before and then my heart should be adored and
Can't front
Another ignore it's Aquarius love and highly secure
Daje Mahal
And really getting in and fantasize of my life for a one or two winners
And my man Common Sense just stopped and said
"yo stop frontin' and use your head!
yo stop frontin and use your head!
yo stop frontin and use your f*cking head"


Out in the streets, they call it murder!

[Verse 1]
Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at
Two pound ah weed inna van back
It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your back pack
The smell ah give your girlfriend contact
Some bwoy nuh notice, dem only come around like tourist
On the beach with a few club sodas
Bedtime stories, and pose like dem name Chuck Norris
And don't know the real hardcore
Cause Sandals ah nuh Backtoo, the thugs dem will do whe dem got to
And won't think twice to shot yu
Don't make dem spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too
A bare tuff tings come at you

When Trenchtown man stop laugh and lock-off traffic
Then dem wheel and pop off and dem start clap it
With the pin file dung an it ah beat drop it
Police come inna jeep and dem cant stop it
Some say them ah playboy ah playboy rabbit
get dropped like a bad habit
So nuh bodah pose tuff if you don't have it
Rastafari stands alone!

Welcome to Jamrock, Welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder!

[Verse 2]
Welcome to Jamrock, poor people ah dead at random
Political violence, can done! Pure ghost and phantom, the youth
dem get blind by stardom
Now the Kings Of Kings ah call
Old man to Pickney, so wave unnuh hand if you with me
To see the sufferation sick me
Dem suit no fit me, to win election dem trick we
Then dem don't do nuttin at all

C'mon let's face it, a ghetto education's basic
And Most ah de youths them waste it
And when dem waste it, that's when dem take the guns replace it
Then dem don't stand a chance at all
And that's why ah nuff little youth have up some fat matic
With the extra magazine inna dem back pocket
And have leisure night time inna some black jacket
All who nuh lock glocks, ah dem a lock rocket
They will full you up ah current like ah short circuit
Dem a run ah roadblock which part the cops block it
And from now till a mornin nuh stop clock it
If dem run outta rounds ah bruck back ratchet

Welcome to Jamrock (Southside, Northside)
Welcome to Jamrock (East Coast, West Coast, huh, yo)
Welcome to Jamrock (Conwell, Middlesex in Stereo) Hey!
Welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder!!!

Jamaica Jamaica! Jamaica Jamaica! Now!
Jamaica Jamaica! Yo! Jamaica Jamaica!
Welcome to Jamrock, Welcome to Jamrock


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