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[DAN-E-O] Where does your conscience dwell since the world`s gone to hell? Can`t imagine how the people who were held hostage felt Time for those songs you tell to be left on the shelf Play like a website bwoy: just calm yourself The twin towers was crumblin`, got me steady wonderin` What more will it take for you to stop menial rumblin`? How you gonna answer when the voice of God is thunderin`? "What did you do with what I gave you to stop the sufferin`?" I mean, what`s gettin` high? You could be the next to die What`s ice when terrorism got the world petrified? What`s having the nicest ride when your nation`s throwin` bombs? And what`s your song when it`s part of what`s goin` wrong? You see what I`m saying is reality is stashed In the back to allow for the breeding ground for trash You claim you smokin` niggaz but you nuttin` but the ash I hope you`re counting includes blessings with your cash!
[CHORUS] Give Jah praise, give Jah praises! Give Jah praise cuz true love is amazing!
[BLESSED] Love to see the pretty girl dem a jiggle yo Especially when dem a wine and ah wiggle Two a dem a mob Bless, me itch up in a di middle yo Crack a joke and di two a dem a giggle Dem nah go blow no man like flute nor fiddle yo Mouth fresh and it nah stink like pickle Dem a say me big and me nah likkle like a nickel yo Ah say mi good me nah make dem run a trickle
[LINDO P] Make di fire blaze, blaze You know say rasta youth, say we no `fraid, `fraid Go make this fire, make this fire blaze, blaze You know say rasta youth, say we no `fraid, `fraid Hey yo, everywhere mi go, mi hear man talk `bout dem a shotta Woman wear no clothes, cha, something nah proper Tell me what`s the matter, nastiness ah wha dem catch ya Dem ah go feel di rapture put themself in ah disaster Righteousness is what I`m after, check out the master blaster Hair it never braid up and you know that I`m a rasta Nah go nyam di pork, and mi bun out all imposter We could move slow but righteous youth ah move faster
[CHORUS] - 2X
[SPIDAHMAN] In the party, kid died in the club Next week, everybody still throwin` they hands up Soundbwoy pack the sound up move the dance to the morgue Let`s see which rudebwoy play the wall like he core "Blood pon yuh shoulder!" sleeve lookin` wet Y`all only say it`s live when a nigga praising death Youth man, tell your two friends, "cool bred`" Simmer and keep a cool head, we came to party, not to see a fool dead Who said it`s easy? Make a nest egg out a goose egg Even in the spotlight, niggaz act like new bread Got a choose, step wise, dude take time, when you do get shine You never gon` get bligh, messin` with them reptiles Yes child, this be the lyrical negro spiritual Off the chain like the slave that got away, here we go
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