Yo
Yuh know dem a gon' run outta town when we apply pressure
Babylon time done, yuh sing for the stretcher
So what I'm gonna deal with, oh can't hit 'em I got feeling
When dey fi go sign and seal it
Fiyah can't done, fiyah just start
Fiyah ah gon' burn up the whole of dem clot
Yuh know dem a gon' run outta town when we apply pressure
Babylon time done, yuh sing for the stretcher
So what I'm gonna deal with, oh can't hit 'em I got feeling
When dey fi go sign and seal it
Fiyah can't done, fiyah just start
Fiyah ah gon' burn up this bomboclaat
Listen, fresh out the dungeon
Ello win, dey ah win function
Burn ah white skin like bunsen
Mi dark, dem buddy and dem tough like Samson
They know I might take that riddim and dey like boom, action
Men ah dey with a long talking
Wait for the revolution but the revolution can't start
We haffi go, bloodclot start
Spit, try to cover this shot
Shut dem for sale like pussy cole, ay
Politics scares my people, dem starving
And they ain't got time fi this while dey can't take
While dem ah make money in a bungled grass hell
Pussy cut dey want ah legs, gram of cocaine
When ah man dem belly start rumble, command the jungle
Babylon burning today
Dem a gon' run outta town when we apply pressure
Babylon time done, yuh sing for the stretcher
So what I'm gonna deal with, oh can't hit 'em I got feeling
When dey fi go sign and seal it
Fiyah can't done, fiyah just start
Fiyah ah gon' burn up the whole of dem bloodclot
This a raasclaat duo fix
The Bug
Wait up on track, we're running
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Yuh know dem a gon' run outta town when we apply pressure
Babylon time done, yuh sing for the stretcher
So what I'm gonna deal with, oh can't hit 'em I got feeling
When dey fi go sign and seal it
Fiyah can't done, fiyah just start
Fiyah ah gon' burn up the whole of dem clot
Yuh know dem a gon' run outta town when we apply pressure
Babylon time done, yuh sing for the stretcher
So what I'm gonna deal with, oh can't hit 'em I got feeling
When dey fi go sign and seal it
Fiyah can't done, fiyah just start
Fiyah ah gon' burn up this bomboclaat
Listen, general election
So we gonna gatecrash that
It's enough weight, everything in Babylon section
Me tighter than a four-three hundred, don't chat
We never chat bull while we ah hunt for the food
And them ah argue about tax
People are dead, mum's still crying
The fiyah's gonna blaze on these embers
That crash so mi send for yuh Giddeon
Boo, camouflage suit
Stack yuh purse upon the parliament roof
Circle the base for the fourteen
Now I made it walking, we get in by quarter past two
Solutions, all twenty-one gon' salute
Simple from a warrior's point of view
Be a face ting when I run up on dem
Ah, nobody raasclaat move