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I was the rudest boy
From Kingston to Spanish town
Me run many a constabulary
Down to the ground.
Me mother bow her head in shame
When she would mention my name
What do I care I'm headed for
The Rudeboy Hall of Fame
Summer in Jam
(Jamaica)
Down the streets begin to bubble
The wicked sun beats down
While jobless youth just look for trouble
This is the Jam Down
That the tourist never see
In contrast to the dreadful ghetto
Is the limbo party
I've got no time man to sit and to brew
This corner is mine
'Cause I'm the rudest of the rude
The root of the ruthless
The rudest of the rude
Part of these releases
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- Track 2 on No Worries
- 1 No Worries
- 3 Positive
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- Track 14 on Out of Nowhere
- 13 Train to Skaville - Hepcat, Dodd
- 13 Train to Skaville
- 15 Club Meditation - Hepcat, Berry
- 15 Club Meditation
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