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[Intro:] And now the one that's rised so high as the most high |
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Emperor Selassie |
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I Say one love |
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Well red [Chorus:] |
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Show we them a fi go burn dem turf |
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No take no bribe from no friends fi start the fire we a burn eh |
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Show me them and we go cleanse them first |
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No take no bribe from no friend |
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A no fire we a purge [Verse 1:] |
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Fi Africa we chant, this is for real |
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A vanity them still want |
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That's why all now them a feel |
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Done know them hungry |
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This is them meal |
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Run go touch |
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Emmanuel Well |
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I hope you shall go pleased |
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Well, partial wolf, under bull a dead you're dead |
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Know bout a bull, it's you commercial dread |
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Give me the whole entourage and make me bun it down red |
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Whole a them a camouflage |
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Cause them a work with threats |
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And now them bow to them weakness |
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Can't take the trodding |
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Me haffi bring me sword |
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And me haffi bring the sling |
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Go on and on in as the cold you a go lose everything |
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This one you have fi know, check out the youths them living |
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Other than that me know |
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You're even into the racketeering |
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Used to call me malice, a majestical |
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King I come fi stop the ghetto youths them killing |
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And all what you have will be burning, yearning [Chorus] [Verse 2:] |
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This is our blackness, what you require ? |
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I and I no love slackness, that a pagan desire. |
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See him just a practice |
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Now a you them a follow. |
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A compete fi heartness |
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And a prove who badder |
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And every day them come speechy by |
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Exposing the woman them shame, but why ? |
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Whole a unnuh in a the game |
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So all look out for who a cry |
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Stab who right and fag way |
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Babylon buy |
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Corruption full you bag, until you can't satisfy. |
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The whole of them want mob |
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Tell them righteousness a |
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King Selassie |
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I [Chorus] [Verse 3:] |
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Tell them say who we hotta than heat |
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Hail King |
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Selassie rather than the beast |
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The whole of them heavens and sevens this a reach |
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Blackness never look good when it bleach |
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Fire too hot them have fi hide and a creep |
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Free up the glory of the earth is so sweet |
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I and I inherit it to share with each |
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Seventy two nations go and wash him feet [Chorus] [Verse 1] |