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• Strategy - Sean Paul
• Strategy - D.r.i
• Strategy - Dirty Rotten Imbeciles
• Strategy - Something For Kate
• Strategy - Kings Of Swing

Dutty Yo !
Fi di gal dem again yuh know
Buss di world ! Buss di world
Dutty yo !
Dutty dutty dutty shot a fall again
Because di gal dem a hackle mi
Follow back a mi dem wah tackle mi dem well wah saddle mi
Dem a walk wit a strategy
Hafi fi get di dutty family up ina dem bed dem a carry mi
And di gal dem a hackle mi
Dem follow back a mi dem wah tackle mi dem well wah saggle mi
And dem a walk wit a strategy
Hafii get di dutty family up ina dem bed dem a carry me
Nuff man a mi enemy true dem gal a gimmie
Well it's no wonder a mi dem follow true dem love dutty
Dem feel mi straight up ina dem center man a wuk muckey
And now dem feel unhappy true dem got di wrong jockey
Di gal dem a tell mi seh a only Sean a follow we
Dem outa dem mind Dem want mi all di time
A true dem know seh di dutty well refined
Dem tell mi seh a mi dem wah get
Mi a dem target
Everyday dem wah tek set
A true di dutty dem a gal sex object
Instant spot check
Gal dem wah run mi to wreck
A true dem hackle mi
And now di gal dem a plan fi utilize di cup
Dem get minutes of endless supply a wuk
Size mi up and dem all a tell mi seh points deduct
If it nuh buck up dem stomach mek dem maximize weh dem a run to
Sensimenia mek mi meaner when mi mix it wit medina
Wuk Celena mek she write it ina di Gleaner seh mi fittah and mi leanah
Than Mr. Greena
And now her freind dem a run mi dung around di town a look fi mi
A true dem hackle mi
From left to right di gal dem a fight an over mi dem get dem hype
Gimmie mi stripe and dem a tell mi seh a mi dem really like
Mi a dem type
Mi a dem light
Dem wah mi guide dem home tonight
Seven miles, wuk dem right
Dondemite get ignite

Question marks
In my head
My mouth cried
And my eyes bled
I streched my thoughts
Put them on the rack
In a mind so dark
It's almost black
Strategy (2)
These distorted, contorted
Ideas of mine
Are telling me something
I think it's a sign
Hidden meanings
Found deep within
Brought fourth
With the tip of a pen
Then all these thoughts
Are on display
Part of my lifetime
Strategy

Question marks
In my head
My mouth cried
And my eyes bled
I streched my thoughts
Put them on the rack
In a mind so dark
It's almost black
Strategy (2)
These distorted, contorted
Ideas of mine
Are telling me something
I think it's a sign
Hidden meanings
Found deep within
Brought fourth
With the tip of a pen
Then all these thoughts
Are on display
Part of my lifetime
Strategy
Strategy (2)

what's wrong?
nothing, nothing
an unwelcome reception to the million dollar question
a reflex reaction
right back at you
it's your face, it's that same blank expression
you can blame it on the weather
or blame it on tension but
there's no rest from this paralysis
strategy
it's all about strategy
not what you're telling me
what you're telling me
you eat, you sleep and you breathe
and you tick off your list of personal needs
at night for protection you hide under a sheet
and we try to avoid confrontation
but everything we do just gets lost in the translation
and you're not helping yourself any
strategy
it's all about strategy
not what you're telling me
what you're telling me
i've found that descriptions are useless
nothing but the combination of words and numbered pieces
just assume that there is good reason for everything
so, what's wrong?
it's nothing again
nothing's what you've got when everything leaves you thought
that asking would get you somewhere
some fool you were (x2)
strategy
it's all about strategy
not what you're telling me
what you're telling me
memory
you say it's my memory
you say that my memory's bad
well i remembered that
didn't i? (x2)

[MC Lyte] (Useful strategy)
[VERSE 1: Sugar Ray]
Standin over the mic, gettin deeper in thought
Brain cells amplifyin at a 1000 volts
Rhymes combined and musically designed
While my DJ rock the funky beats all the time
I'm usin strategy, leavin suckers in the dust
You know it's us, the Kings cold crush
Makin a move to a swing-swing groove
I bet you nod your head, cause I got nothin to lose
And never singin the blues and never steppin off track
Makin funky records from back to back to back
Well, that's my strategy and part of the gameplan
While you're hearin this, I'm workin on the next jam
I devastate the whole industry
I rock the funky beats and rhymes with telepathy
Well, it's confusin but amusin, some amaze me in rap
Brothers makin hit records that ain't all that
But the subject to the matter don't apply to me
Because my name is Sugar Ray, and the rhymes are so funky
You wanna battle? Call my company
You catch a beatdown, I'm usin strategy
Kick it
[VERSE 2: Mike Master]
I treat suckers like a boardgame, and relate em to chess
I check-mate em and I raid em cause the punk ain't fresh
He can't make a move, he can't make you jump
I'm Mike Master, ready to hump and pump
I mean a winner with a creative mind
I got a high i.q. like Albert E. Einstein
Now here's my theory on strategy you can't debate
Suckers never take time to concentrate
I get delirious when I hear a rap song
No concepts, no ideas, so what the hell is goin on?
Some rappers are good, and some rappers are dope
But the majority just keep relyin on hope
You can't portray an MC, you gots to be an MC
If not, put down your microphone and watch me
Cause I do the things like you never did
I'm like a hardrock on stage, but not a gangster kid
So if you wanna battle, call my company
You catch a beatdown, I'm usin strategy
Kick it
(Useful strategy)
[VERSE 3: Sugar Kay & Mike Master]
The style of the crew's too hip, so come equipped
So if you plan on battlin, you're [fuckin] with a battleship
The Kings of Swing is large and takin charge
Of the whole entourage while Cocoa steers the barge
Of the beats that the King of Chill programmed
He's on the board this time to slam and bam - damn!
And if you're smart, you won't confront nor war
And if you plan on battlin, we steppin to your front door
You wanna battle? Call my company
We're goin Rambo, we're usin strategy
Kick it