Give Rasta Praise

Bless be thou of African race, give Rastafari the Praise

These sounds of the isle of Spring

Break down Babylon reign (Right down to the ground)

Break down Babylon reign (Break it down, break it down)

Chant down Babylon reign

Let no more trouble worry you, keep cool, keep cool

Cool like cucumber

And don't get hot like some youths who out there

Don't be nobody's fool (No, no)

Don't be nobody foot stool (No)

Don't be no bagaboo (No bagaboo, no bagaboo)

Father of all iration (Supreme of a every nation)

His roots, natty natty bongo red, dreadlocks

Jah Rastafari is dread (Tell me when I say)

Jah Rastafari are dread (Rastaman)

Jah Rastafari are dread

He's old as the mountain, cool as the breeze

Fresh as the dew at dawn (Oh, oh)

He's old, but young, young but old

Eternal king (You can't beat down that, I say)

King of Kings (Oh)

And Lord of Lords (Crown him almighty)

King of Kings (Yeah)

And Lord of Lords (You can't beat down that, I say)

King of Kings (Oh)