Well, well, well
Hey yo Zacky Man
Mr Marley what you seh?
We run the place full of righteousness
Consciousness inna the dancehall we a say
A so we dweet
Too many many labba labba
Talking 'bout me and my brotha
Nuh nuh nuh nuh matta matta
What dem try fi do
Some of dem babylonians
Dem a burn down Ghana
I man a strong African ready fi go burn dem cabana
Baggawire, bumbo claat liar
Blaze up di fyah fi the Babylon empire
Things a mess, what a bangarang
Piepl dem a die, and still dem galang
What fi do
Nobody a move a sticky sticky
Number two
People dem think we a freaky freaky
This not true
Cause we a straight rastaman
Ready fi go burn dem empire
And so we burn dem badness
We burn dem 'talkness'
We burn dem slackness
We burn dem fatness
We burn dem wheels
So dem a walkless
If we burn dem pum pum
Can dem be shitless
What dem want is lick man fi six
With all of dem lies and dutty politricks
Burn parasites and burn hypocrites
The pressure we impress
Cause the world dem haffi fix
Sau dem a tell we a nuh nuttn
Mr. Politician a you fi tell we supm
See that we life it a nuh soft like cotton, nah
You just want fi press di button
Why me smile dem nuh like
Poker face dem nuh like
Why me clothes dem nuh like
Why me shoes dem nuh like
And if you choose to refuse dem abuse dem nuh like
And if you choose to confuse dem
It a the right fight
Say dem a fenky fenky, mouth-a-massy
Nuff of dem a chatty chatty
Gwaan like dem a tikki tikki
Dem a make I sicky sicky
Just like a puppy show
All dem things that we nah know
You fi listen to me flow
Cause yuh head me ago blow

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