クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
R. Embassida
Performer
Lutan Fyah
Performer
Derrick Anthony Brown
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher F Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Christopher F Williams
Producer
Derrick Anthony Brown
Producer
Dave Stephano Rodriques
Producer
歌詞
Yes! This is Lutan Fyah Woi
(Rasta man love the hill side)
Stepping it, we stepping it
Burn dem nuh R Embassida
Polluted City
(Burn!)
Cause mi nah sell out
and mi nah get caught inna the madness
Mi nah sell mi soul inna the madness
Yuh nuh see the city life cold
inna the madness
When the dirt is all on you
Zinc fence dump the youth inna cuff
inna the madness
The skull dem a buss too much
inna the madness
There\'s a lack of education
So the poverty rise inna the madness
So up inna the hills the Rasta man a farm food
Tell the nation education rule
Hey Rastafari could a never form fool
Tell the yutes dem there\'s a life after school
Up inna the hills the Rasta man a farm food
Tell mi nation education rule
Rastafari could a never form fool
Tell the yutes dem there\'s a life after school
No more depression, no more recession
My people cant even keep a session
Wait deh for a second Mr. politician
Hey rasta wah fi know a weh yuh deh pon
Mr. Officers and Mr. professors
I\'m burning all of mankind oppressors
You a the aggressors, you a the molesters
We really wah fi know the real murderers
So up inna the hills the Rasta man a farm food
Tell the nation education rule
Hey Rastafari could a never form fool
Tell the yutes dem there\'s a life after school
Up inna the hills the Rasta man a farm food
Tell mi nation education rule
Rastafari could a never form fool
Tell the yutes dem there\'s a life after school
Yes, First Thing
Frowns and rounds dem yah Sabbath
and if yuh check mi bag
mi got chalice and mi calabash
Bobo plant herbs and dates a St. Thomas
And when mi touch the city
mi see every body gather
Haffi get away to find my self balance
No Chiney gadget fi spy mi down wah dat
Hey, Not a social media pon Sabbath
Up inna the mountains with the parrots
So up inna the hills the Rasta man a farm food
Tell the nation education rule
Hey Rastafari could a never form fool
Tell the yutes dem there\'s a life after school
Up inna the hills the Rasta man a farm food
Tell mi nation education rule
Rastafari could a never form fool
Tell the yutes dem there\'s a life after school
Cause mi nah sell out
and mi nah get caught inna the madness
Mi nah sell mi soul inna the madness
Yuh nuh see the city life cold
inna the madness
When the dirt is all on you
Zinc fence dump the youth inna cuff
inna the madness
The skull dem a buss too much
inna the madness
There\'s a lack of education
So the poverty rise inna the madness
So up inna the hills the Rasta man a farm food
Tell the nation education rule
Hey Rastafari could a never form fool
Tell the yutes dem there\'s a life after school
Up inna the hills the Rasta man a farm food
Tell mi nation education rule
Rastafari could a never form fool
Tell the yutes dem there\'s a life after school
Written by: Christopher F Williams
