Lyrics!: Perfect Giddimani

I know that I've said this now several times, but I don't know that it's ever been more appropriate and fitting than it is today. There are just some artists whose styles and concepts have no forefathers or foremothers and are uniquely their own and when you listen to them, many times, you get 'caught up' in their dynamicity and maybe we don't focus on their foundations and actual talents as much because of it. Today we take a look at someone who, for years, has been 'catching' fans across the world and give you a chance to sift through the unplanned madness and SEE what's really going on.  We can call him one of the most unique Roots Reggae artists to EVER emerge and we can call him one of the most fiery as well, but he's also a MIGHTY writer. Here we have ten completely random pieces of phrasal pandemonium from the perfectly unpredictable - Perfect Giddimani. 

Perfect Giddimani

 -'HIM Smile'-

"I gotta picture on my wall of Selassie I smiling

Emperor Selassie I smiling!

For us

There is a picture on my wall of Selassie I smiling

Jah Rastafari smiling!

For us

It ain't no painted portrait from a fairy colour book

It is the King of Kings, His Imperial Majesty, come take a look

This is my favourite pic from out of all the pictures that HE took

I wanna know where HE was standing, what HE was thinking

It gotta be something good!

Cherish this picture, now and forever

King Rastafari, I love you so!

Much more than money

This is a treasure

Cause I never seen nobody else in the world smiling like this before!"

-'Life' w/Lutan Fyah & Gyptian-

"It's just the little things we do and the words that we say -

Will make us have a really great day

Smiling faces everywhere and the weather feels good

Everyone is happy in the neighbourhood

And I say - Children don't forget your manners

Say thanks when I give you my oranges or bananas

Be courteous and kind always

Emperor Selassie you fi always praise

Keep silent, be violence free

Never let the pagans get you angry

Memba seh yah nah fi hate nor loathe 

And tek yahself outta di mix-up crowd

I see the silver lining beyond the cloud

Youth go look a job and stop lurks pon di road

Mi neva follow fashion

My natty yah just keep on flashin 

And my turban I just keep on washin!" 

-'No Badda Mi'-

"NO BADDA MI!

DOH BADDA MI!

Yah too damn conniving

DOH BADDA MI!

Inna mi car, driving

DOH BADDA MI!

You si star arriving

DOH BADDA MI!

A little soak and ting

DOH BADDA MI!

A peer good song mi sing

DOH BADDA MI!

Mi a di handcart king

DOH BADDA MI!

Amerimakka waiting

DOH BADDA MI!

Mi nah shave nor trim

DOH BADDA MI!

No waan no gun fi sling

DOH BADDA MI!

But you go, tek weh mi knife wah peal mi pumpkin"

-'Talk Black Marcus'-

"Oh, what a might Black Prophet from St. Ann's Bay

He's the founder and the leader of the UNIA

Teach from town, go to country

England, France and Germany

They charge him for fraud in the USA-

Because he told Black people fi sail away

No history, this is I & I Black Story

Talk Black Marcus!

Walk and tell dem

Talk up Marcus!

Look how long you deh walk and ah talk

All the stones you throwed at him-

The lies you told on Him

No, you neva got Marcus weary!

The government tarnished his name

Some Christians did the same

Still, I love him SINCERELY!"

-'30 Pieces'-

"I've been around for a very long time

Cut sugar cane pon dem plantation

I've wiped all my tears, yet still I'm cry

Nuttin ever last forever but salvation

They gave I & I 30 piece of silver-

And 30 pieces of gold

But who is gonna pay reparation for my soul?

And I see dem gotta lotta money, inna dem billfold

But who is gonna pay reparation for my soul?

See I've got cuts and scars to show

I wanna run but I cannot go

Shackles and chains are all up on me

Brother man can you tell my Mother what's happening?

That I'm gonna be the next victim, of an action -

Save! Five pounds and a shilling inna bale"

-'Absolute Blessings' w/Sizzla Kalonji-

"Tell dem seh wi deh yah fi a reason, a cause and a purpose

Let your love flow!

Never you be nervous

Emperor Selassie I, The King, never desert us

Prince Emmanuel, The Priest, ever convert us"

"Empress Menen, royal and virtuous

Warriors deh pon di battlefield fi alert us"

"Remember: Be kind and courteous

A likkle more tea in the thermos" 

-'One Week'-

"To Mother Afrika, that's where I'm heading

You betta stop di war and di damn blood shedding

Give thanks for - The Royal Wedding

Hey Black people, stop unuh begging

Empress Omega, you are di Beginning

Tell Babylon seh di Bobo ain't kidding

MI NAH GO TEK YAH MONEY FI GO VOICE PON YAH SATAN RIDDIM!

Bobo Ashanti trodding while di pagans digging" 

-'My Chronic'-

"Don't worry nor panic

Cause my chronic, my chronic -

Is organic

So take a draw from it

Sweet words: Good herbs

And the sign on the room door says "Don't Disturb"

Naturally preserved

And I've gotta lot more in storage, reserved

No chemicals to harm yah nerves

Smell so good from around the curve

Authentic marijuana, mi plant and serve to Diana and Irv

Johnny! 

Hey yah!

Can I have some marijuana?

I wanna smoke it again!

Wanna smoke it again!

When I am on the corner

So gimme that Ochi kush!

From the collie bush!

If mi haffi walk pon foot, tek ride or drive or -

Pedal and push"

-'Hanging Day'-

"I was awaken, by a whiplash and the master's boots in the cane trash

And I was taken, from a distance, without no shirt or pants

I should be in Alabama

Yet still mi deh in Mississippi

As the preacher man came along-

I heard someone say it's hanging day

Hanging day

Hanging day

Hanging day

It's hanging day

They're gonna take my life away

And as I walk up to the gallows -

I saw the big rope under the canvas

I drank water, from a little glass

Before my neck was cast

And as the rope got tighter

'Softer' I would pray

I heard someone whisper -

'It's hanging - STINKIN HANGIN DAY'

Mi Great Great Grandfather dead pon di plantation

Mi Grandfather dead yah

Mi Grannie dead yah

Mi likkle and mi big bredda

Mi Great Great Grandmother dead up pon di farm

Mi Auntie dead yah

Mi Uncle dead yah

Now it's my time to move on!

{TEARS!}

-'Handcart Bwoy'-

"She get whole heap a love and joy from di handcart bwoy

A di same likkle Bobo youth weh name Fitzroy

Round a market, mi juggle pepper and pak-choi

She neva know she woulda deh wid I

I'm trodding from the mountains

Pon mi foot a pure red dirt

Crocus bag dem stitch up and di cabbage well cut

Boutta dozen i-trait pon mi shirt 

I got, peppers and ripe bananas and some peanuts

I met this princess in di market standing by di culbut

I could see dat all she need was I & I comfort

Seh she come from up a River Gut -

But she's coming home to my likkle hut

She always -

Admire when I glorify The King

And how I seal my turban each and every morning

Sipping a little water from the spring

I push my cart and dance and sing

OH WHAT A LOVING, CARING WOMAN YOU ARE!

And what I am thankful for: She neva take no money from no superstar"