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[Intro:] Holy |
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Emmanuel I |
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Selassie I |
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Well a lot to be said |
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Age be protected |
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The sick to be cared for |
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The hungry must be fed |
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Well, tiers of |
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Government men like spawns |
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And Babylon me holla out |
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What ? Show you deh plans [Chorus:] |
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Break free from the slave |
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Every prisoner's a come |
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Ethiopia's last judgement |
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Babylon turn ashes when me done |
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Tell them sey a greater fun |
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Them lift it up on |
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Babylon again |
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Break free from the slave |
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Every black woman a come |
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Ethiopia's last judgement |
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Babylon turn ashes when me done |
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Tell them sey a greater fun |
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Bigger judgement [Verse 1:] |
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Them keep on grabbing |
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How they've been stabbing |
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Now the ghetto fire caan cool |
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Well then, them keep on plotting |
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Black progress you've been stopping |
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So me take the ghetto youths them out a you school |
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Babylon you keep on rushing to where |
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I see nothing |
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When you know sey you a fi me foot stool |
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Babylon you're always mocking |
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This a Zion high trodding |
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Stop take the ghetto youths them fi fool |
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See them deh eh |
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Bout see slave they stop chill |
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Pon Babylon plantation a you a go get kill |
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Me sey gwaan a |
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Africa Cause mount |
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Zion haffe build |
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Every tribal man come utilise your skill |
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Give I strength, give |
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I the power |
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Unnuh fi give me all your will |
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Give I the plough and the mashett |
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Mek me go clean up the earth |
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Food haffi plant, but |
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Jack belly nah go fill |
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Them fight gainst the youths |
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Him and him breathren name |
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Jill Well judgement [Chorus] [Verse 2:] |
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Well you're always in pain, more and more |
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Tell me what's your name on your slave master door |
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Today you complain |
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Tomorrow you no sure |
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And then you run go wipe up blacker master floor |
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I see you in the morning, rushing out and through your door |
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Nuh Babylon bus unnuh deh hussle and board |
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Just know the human rights |
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So make your youths them secure |
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Black people so sweet |
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Nuh make Babylon plaster unnuh like sore [Chorus] [Verse 3:] |
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Where do you go from here your response |
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And if you give me no joy, you better hold your distance |
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Me tell the ghetto youth the best thing is self-reliance |
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Live for yourself, that is significant |
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Well Babylon, me nuh fool fi make you run come conquer |
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Yes you know, these ghetto youths them well you could not pamper |
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Tell them the donkey haffi |
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Christ a mule you fi hamper |
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What a brain solver yah pon |
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Nebuchadnezzar |
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Babylon take the mass of the land, giving the people them butter |
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Sey them a top class and a brand us as the nigger |
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Sey them a high society and we a small settler |
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Well thunder, lightning pon crevice and corner |
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Well judgement [Chorus] |