Fire and Glory Album

Artist(s): Kardinal Offishall

Cover Art

Kardinal Offishall Fire and Glory Cover Art

Tracklist

Last Standing Soldier

length: 4:46

E.G.G. (Everybody Gone Gangsta)

length: 4:17
See mi a seh Kardinal weh dem waan to test yuh skill (Yeah!)
Up to di time (Heh Heh) you know it's (Celebrity Face)
Kardinal Offishall (T Dot *****)
Kardinal di emperial (Black Jays *****)
Wid di new flow and di new serial (See y'all)
See mi a seh (Gangsta ****) I see dem fakin (Jump!)

Black Jays up, within your town
Ray and Neff throw it up so we can get down
Black on Black Blue Jays gone take the crown
Your now in tune to the number one sound
Rude bwoys brown bag their liquor and they walk in the street with it
Rainbow anything yuh never see me with it
Big matic (Cho!) my respect
Automatics, German luger, Kardinal never needed it
*****s hungry in the streets so we feeded it
Pretty face, ugly body I couldn't be with it
Words from the most high I heeded it
You know it ain't my baby, maybe he did it
His face was in front of knuckle, I bleeded
*****s dropin' dimes AKA they pleadid it
The mic smokin' and I proper and bleeded it
You soft pranksta, why you lyin' tryin' to be gangsta

Everybody gone gangsta *****, gangsta, everybody gone gangsta (Gangsta)
Everybody gone gangsta *****, rudeboy everybody gone gangsta (Gangsta)
Everybody gone gangsta *****, gangsta, everybody gone gangsta (Gangsta)
Rudeboy everybody gone gangsta *****, gangsta, everybody gone gangsta

You know this ain't no comedy like Benny Hill
Guns that sings like Lauryn Hill blood spill from now until

Lyrically everyone gangsterin', but who wanna take it to the streets, nobody answerin'
Bullets to your brain like aspirin, the art of war we did master it
We got arms like George Bush, heart like Bin Laden
Projects and schemes of Jamaican we been trodin
Murder, extortion, kidnappin', bribery, drug money launderin',
Alice and Steve keep wonderin'
How some ***** can't move we, we shoot like a video or a movie
Bloodbath no, blood jacuzzi
Beretta, calico, Uzi, make big man a scream like Susie
We very spooky, our war never marginal, so if a ***** try diss Kardinal
Leave and return like the prodigal
Finish everybody and finish everybody gal, ha ha!

Everybody gone gangsta *****, gangsta, everybody gone gangsta (Gangsta)
Everybody gone gangsta *****, rudeboy everybody gone gangsta (Gangsta)
Everybody gone gangsta *****, gangsta, everybody gone gangsta (Gangsta)
Rudeboy everybody gone gangsta *****, gangsta, everybody gone gangsta

Yo! I can't believe some *****s that I kn-ow
Suburb *****s walkin' with they face scr-ew
Talkin' 'bout they gangsta cause that's what to d-o
Wanna do crime but dem nuh waan time
A lot of *****s say **** just to say it
Holdin' Mac 11's but dem nuh waan spray it
F all the actin' yo why everyday it
Some Denzel *****s say it never see it
Your lookin' for the proof look no further we it
Vybz Kartel and Kardinal it's history (Up to di time)
Why you wanna be a fake punk is a mystery
Just gwaan mon do what you do
Nuh bodda hype after mi nuh bodda look pon mi crew
Cho! All these fake *****s is runnin' around
Thanks to fake *** rappers gone gangsta, yeah!!!

Everybody gone gangsta *****, gangsta, everybody gone gangsta (Gangsta)
Everybody gone gangsta *****, rudeboy everybody gone gangsta (Gangsta)
Everybody gone gangsta *****, gangsta, everybody gone gangsta (Gangsta)
Rudeboy everybody gone gangsta *****, gangsta, everybody gone gangsta
Everybody gone gangsta *****, gangsta, everybody gone gangsta (Gangsta)
Everybody gone gangsta *****, rudeboy everybody gone gangsta (Gangsta)
Everybody gone gangsta *****, gangsta, everybody gone gangsta (Gangsta)
Rudeboy everybody gone gangsta *****, gangsta, everybody gone gangsta

Pranksta!

Heads Up

length: 3:16
Yeah, it's mr. kardinal
Yeah, black jays! oh what?

Yo, all the shuckin' and jivin' is over
I'm the chosen soldier, cold shoulder
Your home boys told ya, flip your flows
I fold, you can fertilize with the bs they sold ya
I need papers for the style that I loaned ya
Everybody's talkin' about they gettin' busy, why don't ya?
Weak players in the game steady gettin' over
I'm one of a kind, like side gills on a rover
First name jay, but ain't similar to hova
My buzz is like rum mixed with coca cola
My shine is incredible, versus a solar
I'm sick like a seven-day-strain of ebola
I'm here! yeah, *****!

[Chorus: x2]
(one more time)
No doubt, when we on the block
Because my *****s came ready to rock, boy

Step heavy like a lion through the jungle
I'm lyin' if I told you that I wasn't raised humble
I'm tryin', but I stumble, I try not to mumble
So you can hear it loud stupid (let's get ready to rumble)
I'll serve you son, like I'm supposed to
The only way I'm bi, is when I'm flyin' bicoastal
Or buyin' fly wears, nike airs like most do
I'm hotter, than the hotter, than the hotter, I'll roast you
Got a good habit of doin' what you won't do
Stop playin' girl, you know I ain't phoned you
Check one of them suckers, you know that they want you
I'm loco with the vocals, most dudes just local
I'm here! yeah, *****!

[Chorus: x2]

Yo, rudeboys move in silence
Don't want to hustle until they hear sirens
I'm tryin' to be inspirin'
But my 6'4", 220 has a lot of them kids perspirin'
'nuff dudes firin', too many gettin' shot
So swallow your pride *****, check whoever is hirin'
The paper gangstas is who I'm admirin'
Those who get paper alive, and still smilin'
Y'all stay wildin', I'm tryin' to go the mile and
I'm rough enough to break new york from long island
If you a big man, why you actin' like a child?
Pick up the pace, and put down the crack vial
I'm here! yeah, *****!

[Chorus: x2]

Everyday (Rudebwoy)

length: 5:06
Prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by, hey
Prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by, hey
Prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by, hey
Prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by-by-by, hey
(this thing right is the story of some everyday hood things)
Prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by, hey
Prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by, hey
Prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by-by-by, hey

Let me here you say t dot oh (oh!)
Yeah! (yeah!)
T-dot o, yeah, o, yeah
O, yeah, o, yeah, o, yeah, o, yeah

You see I, am an everyday rudebwoy
I'm an everyday rudebwoy, yes I am, yeah
You see I, am an everyday rudebwoy

(yeah, celebrity face, ain't it true enough?)
So where I rest I'm stressed by the 5-0 (here we go)
Cops drive around the turf, lookin' for someone to search
With they flashlights checkin' in my dashboard
(whatchu lookin' for?)
Or lookin' for the heat stashed under the seat
But I'm a rudebwoy, plus everything is legit (you knew it)
Worked too damn hard for my things (that's right)
I'm a celeb, I heard +99 problems+
But understand that every rudebwoy is a king
So we watched, no face, and just play along
Everything I own's bling to the ding (dun'know)
Them *****s think they have me shook but they dead wrong
Them pigs vexed kardi youth have a little bit of fame
Didn't find nothin', so they screw-faced
Plus I never ever once lost my cool (no way!)
It's just a story of an everyday black man
Give thanks that the beast never pulled out they tools

You see I, yes I am an everyday rudebwoy
I am an everyday, an everyday rudebwoy,
I'm an everyday rudebwoy, I'm an everyday rudebwoy

I used to check this girl off in the west set
Had a baby girl by some dude
I used to hear second-hand from her brethren
That the youth was vexed, "yo kardinal I need food"
I used to hang with the girl every now and then
First met her chillin' out at the club
Body bangin' like she was in king magazine
Chopped her still, even though I wasn't rollin' on dubs
She used to live in the middle of the ghetto
Chickens yellin' on the block in the hood
Sometimes I used to hear the shots bellow
But they respect what I'm doin', so you know it's all good
So as I'm rollin' off, the baby father rollin' out
The youth lookin' at me dead in my eye
I said "you should have stuck it out with your family
But now that's girl's mean, so don't screw-face me!"
Because

I am an everyday rudebwoy, I'm an everyday
I am an everyday rudebwoy, I'm an everyday
I am an evi am an everyday rudebwoy, yes I am
I'm a rudebwoy yes eryday rudebwoy, everyday, everyday yeah
I am.

This is a story of my everyday, what!
Black jays presentation
Ray rob, kardinal
(I'm a rudebwoy yes, I'm a rudebwoy yes
Oh yeah, yeah)

The Best Man

length: 4:01

Freshie

length: 4:39
It's eight o'clock here in kingston, jamaica
The kingston police have issued an apb
Out for wanted criminal rostacious johnson
He has last been seen headed towards
The united states of america or canada
If you have any info please call us right away

[Chorus]
I was a gangsta,
Livin' my life hustlin' on the block, with no food to eat
Rollin' with them prankstas
Settin' the streets on fire with the heat
I had no choice as a gangsta,
Livin' my life hustlin' on the block, with no food to eat
Rollin' with them prankstas
Settin' the streets on fire with the heat

Aiyyo, stepped off the edge of 'maica at the age of ten
Landed at the dot airport, comin' out of may pen
Raised by his grandmama, until his real mama
Could send for the youth, and reunite, aiight
So now he's growin' up exposed to the ghetto limelight
No pops (nope) plus his moms got to work nights
Moonlightin' as a janitor, to make bread for the two
All the while he's growin' up, runnin' with a crew
It started off tryin' to make a little extra creamer
But then it turned to pushin' rocks, savin' for the beamer
Told his moms he got a job workin' in the trade
At a local grease monkey, that's how he's gettin' paid
And that's how he got the deal on the black man wagon
Moms thought it was suspect, but she's still braggin'
To her kin about "how he come home and grow right"
All the while he's wildin' out, money starts pilin' now
The next crew saw the flex and start red eye
Jealous of the way them *****s hustle,
Til he get a little muscle, uh huh, bust a bunch of shots
There my ***** laid, really holdin' down the block
That ***** gangsta

[Chorus]

Hey yo, six weeks in intensive, holdin' on to prayers
On the seventh, he was back on his back in the west wing
His man done came visiting, in his ear whispering
How the block was hot, and there was 'nuff shots whistling
Another week and he was back on his feet
Discharged, ready to get back and hit the street
Moms was still working overtime, clueless to the real
About how his son was livin' in the hood packin' steel
Pushin' coke no joke them cats wanted retaliation
Word got back, about who led the slaughter
One ***** named blaka, real name elroy
Next day (boom) what happened to that boy
For the next three months my man stayed on the low
Told his moms he wasn't workin' cause the garage was slow
But just as he tried to resurface on the strip
Someone on the turf called 222-tips

[Chorus]

Now my man locked up, and had to sweat inside a jail
Cause his man done fled the scene, and moms couldn't afford bail
The trial came and went, his mother cried "discrimination!"
Said the judge didn't know her son
He said he knew him too well, he'd seen him there before
Turned the cheek cryin', now he feels he's on fire
Got burned by the same liquor, quit talkin' fresh
He doesn't know how to act, so now he got to go back
My man got dipped, sent right back to may pen
Grandma didn't want him, now family wouldn't take him
He thought about work, but he said "f that!"
He got a fake passport and just came right back

[Chorus: x2]

It is a sunny day here in Jamaica
Unfortunately we have bad news to report
Rostacious Johnson was apprehended in Canada
And suffered fatal wounds to the back of the head
Rest in peace my brother
Anyways, in tomorrow's news

Sunday

length: 4:36

Kayasarasara

length: 5:05

Neva New (till I Kissed You)

length: 4:10

Mr. Officer

length: 4:07

Matinal allume l'internet
Nous on kocke la chossete
On va sur le bateaux
Prendre les fille en surso
Emporte ton linge
Ramene ta caisse
Bazouka,bazouka
Si ta pas confience en nous
Tu reste a la maison
Ben,ben,ben,ben,ben,ben

Matinal remplie ta gourde deau
On va bien s'echoffer
Ramene ton carp
Je suis ton garde du corp
Ben,ben,ben,ben,ben,ben

Matinal t'est betise
Nous on ralatise
Arrete ta crise
On va a l'opital
Ben,ben,ben,ben,ben,ben

Matinal tu t'arrete de courir
Protege toi de goute d'eau
Le chemin sera lompt
Arrete de m'attendre gas
Ben,ben,ben,ben,ben,ben

(Merci à techer pour cettes paroles)

Watchalike

length: 3:25

[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo Kardinal!

[Kardinal Offishall]
Yes rudeboy?

[Busta Rhymes]
Talk to the people then, please!

[Kardinal Offishall]
Put some fire on this one

[Intro: Kardinal Offishall & Busta Rhymes]
Yeah yeah you know
Circle Clique up in the place you know
Kardinal Offishall in the place you know
Busta Bust in the place you know
Flipmode Squad in the place you know
The whole T-Dot in the place you know
New York in the place you know
Get yo ass up

[Kardinal Offishall]
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine
Now you can catch me and my niggas in the limousine
An eight-seater, rollin' ten niggas deep
With five chicks and niggas in the back in the Jeep
Cruisin' the streets, word, get down, to the beat
You don't stop til them niggas lick shots
At the dance with a new dance, this is how we rock
When we drop, showin' y'all that we just can't stop
Yes, from the T-Dot, nigga
We don't say "You know what I'm sayin'?"
We say "Man, the shots sprayin'"
For the niggas in the back (Clap, clap)
See me with the new rap attack, in fact
It's like that, at all times when I rhyme good
Rep every hood, North ??? to the wood
Then back to the streets and adapt, we maintain
I maim whack cats standin' at a close range
Tryin' to show y'all people that it ain't a game
And it's all love, if you check what I'm sayin'
Now what I'm sayin' is it's on tonight
My niggas (Rock BaKardi) let me see what you like

[Hook: Kardinal Offishall]
My niggas in the back show love
Straight from the man up above
People gettin' down in the streets
Middle finger, plus a nigga makes beats
Gangstas, keepin' a tool at the waist
No more gun shots in the place
Cause niggas lickin' shots when the mic gets hot
And my people rub a dub to the bass

[Busta Rhymes]
(Flipmode!) Straight up, I hit up and shoot on the block
Get up and grip on the spot
Whip up and pick up a Glock, I make the blood spill up
Spit up and pick up a shot
Drip of it stick to your socks, bitch
Take a trip, controllin' the strip on your block, bitch
See I ain't finished stickin' the dick in your crotch, bitch
Now sit and watch, bitch
Another notch, you turnin' my shit up and rock
A little too eager to drop (C'mon, what!)
So, let's do it a bit quicker and split up your knot
A short circuit, like an electrical shock
So say it to shepherd niggas, so say it to flock (C'mon!)
Before I send a bitch to go take what you got
Actin' like he didn't know the bitch, then you must have forgot, bitch
Rip up a nigga, stick up and kick up a nigga
It could be a million dudes, go rally your clique up my nigga (C'mon!)
Before we make you want to go ditch on your niggas
Switch on them niggas, before we bring the bitch out of you niggas

[Hook: Kardinal Offishall]

[Kardinal Offishall (Busta Rhymes)]
Yo, yo, last letter in the episode
(Let me see who to ??? from those who don't know)
Put your right foot in
(Now wait, step back)
Repeat with the left and add the (Clap, clap)
How we move makin', too much at stake in
The rap game these days, we got
(Itchy man) trigger finger look
A little itchy man, while I stay Ichiban
Tryin' to get money man
Y'all stay funny man, I'm a lesbian
Only like women, dun'know that's the master plan
Stan, why you tryin' to look like me?
(You best stay home chillin' out with your wifey)
This thing here's for the strong at heart, and the strong of the mind
We need warriors, not your kind
Trust me dude (Don't mean to be rude
But I'll eat the food)
Kardinal stamped it, double octave
Rappin' like a bull on the mic, never dropped it
If it ain't Timbs, then I'm rockin' some Nikes
Party people tell me what you like please

[Hook: Kardinal Offishall - 2X]

Fire and Glory

length: 4:25

Feel Alright

length: 3:57

All the Way

length: 3:58