[00:28.65]The room was dark, dusk howling softly 6 o'clock
[00:34.53]Charcoal light, the fine sight was moving black
[00:41.61]The sound was music mellow steady flow
[00:47.25]And man son mind just mystic red, green, red, green, your scene
[00:57.30]No man would dance but leap and shake
[01:00.51]That sharp through feeling right
[01:03.66]Shape that sound, tumbling down
[01:07.17]Making movement, ruff  enuff
[01:13.23]'Cos when the music met I-tops
[01:16.41]I felt this thing, knew the shock, yeah, had to do  and ride the rock
[01:26.31]Outta this rock shall come  a greener rhythm
[01:30.90]Even more dread  than what the breeze of glory bred
[01:36.78]Vibrating violence is our only move
[01:40.41]Rocking with green rhythm
[01:42.84]The drought and dry root out
[01:47.79]The mighty poet  I roy  was on the wire
[01:52.83]Weston did a skank  and each man laugh  and feeling  irie
[02:00.45]Dread I  street 66, the sad man said, any policeman come here
[02:08.85]Will get some righteous, raasclot licks, yeah mon, whole heapa licks
[02:25.44]Hours beat, the scene moving right, when all on a sudden
[02:31.86]Bam, bam, bam, a knocking upon the door
[02:35.28]" Who is that?", asked Weston, feeling right
[02:42.90]"Open up, it's the police, come on, open up "
[02:46.68]" What address do you want?"
[02:50.01]"Number 66, come on, open up"
[02:54.72]Weston, feeling high, replied
[02:58.68]" Yes, this is street 66, step right in  and take some licks"