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Whoa, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah I'm feeling great now, how you feeling? Really, really fine too I got some songs with many meanings Read between the line Know what this prophecy revealing When you really pree the signs You got to creep before you walk You got to live before you die (yeah-yeah, yeah) Feeling great now, how you feeling? Really, really fine too I've got some songs with many meanings Read between the line Know what this prophecy revealing Really pree di signs Creep before you walk (yeah) Me put mi city 'pon di map (yeah) Yeah, Dela Splash (Splash), yeah, Dela Move (Move) Blaze fire hot (yeah) Barrel full a-crab, ooh, e barrel full a-crab (oh) Think dem coulda stop me (no) Whole a-dem shell a-go crack Unnuh crawl out di barrel dem, reach to the top Whole a-dem show ya sell out An' me land inna foreign mi show never flop Shell down di whole world already Shell it down again and dem calling me back Who coulda sick fi call me whack? Share wid di whole a-me bredren dem 50-50 when it drop Me put me city 'pon di map (yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, Dela Splash (Splash), yeah, Dela Move (Move) Paint 'pon a-shot Rise up di something from out a-the drop Place haffi hot Me wake up me granny, me tell her nuh mind She a-go hear when di clap sound Me hail of Chronicle, the senior A-di junior a-chat, yeah A-where dem a-go do when time dem chune 'ya a-drop? Go tell di baby dem get ready 'cause do dueler a-come Dem think a-yesterday A-from me a likkle youth me a-chat (Stiding-ding-ding, ding) Me nuh play ring ding with reggae music Gi' me mi ring Man a-ital jockey Dilly and Dally with any riddim Nuh gi' me nuh praise The Haile Selassie, him a-di king Just gi' me mi crown 'Cah me a-him son, nuh play wid mi thing Don't play wit me ting 'cah man a-top musician Melody a-mi weapon, lyrics a-mi ammunition His Highly and Selassie send me, we deh 'pon a mission Me nuh know how dem a-go get di microphone from out a-me hand Jah never give di power to Ooh, no ball head man To judge a Rastaman I tell you, oh no, child And Jah will never give di power to Ooh, no ball head man (no ball head man) To judge a Rastaman, no child No child No child Ooh, for the youth dem, now Oh, no
Writer(s): Jamar Rolando Mcnaughton, Jean-andre Lawrence Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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