Street 66

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