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TWO SEVENS CLASH (Hill, Walker, Dayes)

What a liv an bamba yay - when the two sevens clash
What a liv an bamba yay - when the two sevens clash

My good old prophet Marcus Garvey prophesize, say:
"St. Jago de la Vega and Kingstown is gonna meet"
And I can see with mine own eyes
It's only a housing scheme that divides

What a liv an bamba yay - it dread - when the two sevens clash
What a liv an bamba yay - when the two sevens clash

Look up a cotton tree out by Ferry police station
How beautiful it used to be
And it has been destroyed by lightening, earthquake and thunder, I say
What!

What a liv an bamba yay - it dread - when the two sevens clash
What a liv an bamba yay - when the two sevens clash

I take a ride sometimes
On Penn Overland and Bronx
And sometimes I ride on bus X-82 … What!

What a liv an bamba yay - when the two sevens clash
What a liv an bamba yay - when the two sevens clash

Marcus Garvey was inside of Spanish Town District Prison
And when they were about to take him out
He prophesized and said: "As I pas through this gate,
No other prisoner shall enter and get through"
And so it is until now the gate has been locked
What!

What a liv an bamba yay - when the two sevens clash - it dread
What a liv an bamba yay - when the two sevens clash - it bitter, bitter, bitter
What a liv an bamba yay - when the two sevens clash - a man ago feel it
What a liv an bamba yay - when the two sevens clash - you better do right

WINGS OF A DOVE (Joseph Hill)

It grieves me to my heart and I've got to protest and speak out ...

O when I turn my eyes and see the wickedness that Babylon been carrying on
O when I turn my eyes and see the things they are doing to the people on the street

O that I have wings like a dove I would fly to the hills and be at rest
O that I have wings like a dove I would fly ... take it from me

O when I turn and look around and see people drinking dirty water like dogs
O when I turn around and see how food waste a government house

O when I turn around and see poor people are not being respected
O when I turn around and see education is deteriorated

O when I turn my eyes and look and see how much starvation stand up
Hungry stand up like man while white squall man fi cut them throat

JAH RASTAFARI (Hill, Walker, Dayes)

Too long in our little ghetto wrong has been going on - let's protest
Children of Israel who really love rights

For Jah set I&I as a watchman - around Babylonian walls
Oh, Children of Israel

I&I should never hold I peace while wrong is going on - day or night

Man! Bust down Babylon gates - preparing the way - preparing the way for Jah People

Fight down war crime, fight down war and crime, fight down war and crime
And build up righteousness

Jah Rastafari, Jah Rastafari, Jah Rastafari - preserve all people

Put crime away - put crime away again

Jah set I&I still as a watchman, around Babylon walls
Yes, Children of Israel
I&I should never hold our peace - while we are penalized day and night

We should chant down Babylon doors - preparing the way for Jah people

WORLD PEACE (Joseph Hill)

We can't take another war
We want world peace
Rasta say we can't take another war
We want world peace
The children say we can't take another war
We want world peace everybody
We can't take another war
We want world peace

War in Africa
World peace
War in Iraq
World peace
War in Jerusalem
World peace
War in Palestine
World peace
We want that

We can't take another war
World peace
We can't take another war
We want world peace
Everywhere
We can't take another war
We want world peace
We can't take another war
We want world peace

Some man wake up
Them no want no peace
All them want to hear is war
In the south west and east
Everyday the children are crying
Mamas and fathers are dying
Nuff man gone to war and na return

Every man a run a front
Want to be the leader
But I will stay in the back
To lead the blind
If every man want go up a front go shine
Who will lead the blind?
Me na go stay here
So tell you later
Until half past nine my God

We can't take another war
We want world peace
Rastaman can't take another war
We want world peace
Peace in the neighborhood
We can't take another war
We want world peace

Every day them wake up spend out them money pon sophisticated gun
Everyday them spend them quatty on sophisticated bomb
Warring, mass destruction
Deep corruption and nuff tings
Cover up cover up

We can't take another war
We want world peace
Rastaman can't take another war
We want world peace
Peace in the neighborhood
We can't take another war
We want world peace
We can't take another war
We want world peace

A SLICE OF MOUNT ZION (Joseph Hill)

A slice of Mount Zion is for I
A slice of Mount Zion is for I

I pray to Jah honesty
To please let me live honestly
Love my brother that's all I need
I need no riches just harmony

I'm willing Jah to lay down
At Zion doorway like a foot mat
Even the saints of Zion
Trod upon my back and enter in

I pray every day to see
The falling of the wicked men
I know that wickedness will prevail
But only for a little while

Cannot got to Zion with your force
Have manners and enter Jah house
You cannot live here with your big gun
All you got to di is help me pray
Let's kneel on our knees and clasp our hands
And say father please help me

Children having children
Poverty upon the door
I've seen white squall
Walking on the street
With man under arrest

Satan is around us like a roaring lion
Seeking Jah children to devour all the days of our lives
Like a hungry eagle
Flying through the sky
Seeking form and soul to devour
But don't let him catch us

Give me strength oh Jah I pray
With thy manna up from Mount Zion
And no one can give satisfaction
But thee alone
Sit up on thy throne and
Pardon our transgression
Stretch forth pity to thy children
In the morning sun

A slice of Mount Zion is for
A slice of Mount Zion belong to
A slice of Mount Zion is for …

OUTCAST aka CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS (Joseph Hill)

Yes mi bredda Winston Rodney!
The boy who we waan see long time
Christopher Columbus, we catch him
We hold him pon vibes

They never want Christopher Columbus in Italy (Spain, Genoa)
They never want Christopher Columbus in a Rome
So how come him down in a West Indies land - A bother we
So how come him down in a West Indies land - A bother we

How come in a West Indies man a ravish my home
How come the boy come down to claim my home
He came to the West Indies land and saw us on the plantation
Trying hard to work and support and feed our generation
Then he came and took out his pirate sword
And own everything by the jiffy of a word - Thief!!

Then how come him come down here with the boy Three Finger Jack
Come kick out Rastaman and West Indians off the Rock
You think a so Christopher, think we ago give up easily
He came and start to feed the people on hog head
And not a word of justice to be said
When I look, thinks upon the land start run red
And the later generation African we haffe turn natty dread

Tell I something
So how come him down in a West Indies land - A bother we
So how come him down in a West Indies land - A bother we
Came to rob us all of our gold
Rape our sons and daughters at nine years old
Straight after that we can't get no good times fe roll
And our wild animals and our speech and culture he stole

So how come him down here in a West Indies land - A follow we
How come him down in a West Indies land just a follow we
And everything we working take it away from us

OUTCAST aka CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS - LIVE '98 version ( J. Hill)

Yes mi bredda Winston!
The boy Christopher Columbus who we waan see long time
We hold him, we catch him.
We hold him pon tight

Hear this!
They never want Christopher Columbus in Italy (Spain, Genoa)
They never want Christopher Columbus in a Rome
So how come him down in a West Indies land - A bother we
So how come him down in a West Indies land - A bother we

He came and saw us on the plantation
Trying to take care and feed our generation
Then the boy took out one pirate sword
And own everything by the jiffy of a word - Damn thief!!

How come the boy came down to claim my home
A why so?
How come the boy came down to ravish my home

He came down there with the boy Three Finger Jack
Trying to kick off West Indians and Rasta off the Rock
Then afterward him start to feed the people on goat and hog head
And not a word of justice did the government said - Lord!

Tell I something
So how come him down in a West Indies land - A bother we
So how come him down in a West Indies land - A bother we

Easy, easy
Are you feeling Irie? Are you feeling Irie?
Shout it out!
Drum and bass
Rhythm, come forward

Run Babylon, Christopher a come
Run Babylon, Christopher a come
Run Babylon, Christopher a come
Him a thief
Run Babylon, Christopher a come
Run Babylon, him a your friend

See Christopher Columbus there
He claimed and stole our silver and our gold
Straight after that, we cannot get any good times fi roll
Then afterward, he took away our children and our culture
Rape our sons and daughters at nine years old
What a shame!

Came down, and feed the people on hog head
After that the whole place start run red
And afterward, the whole a we, the whole a we, down a yard
Haffe turn out Natty Dread

(Take it down)
There was a boy from Spain
Christopher Columbus was his name
He stole here he stole there
And told Queen Isabella that him discover over there
But, when he went down to Jamaica
He was drunk as a bat
Lock up in him whiskey, lock up in the old wine
And when him thief off the old royal money
And things start get funny
Him burn out the poor people's house
He went and saw fire
He went and saw Bongo Nyah
He went and saw the plantation
He went and saw cassava
Then, how him discover the land with fire pon it?
You mad?

(Rhythm, come forward)

Then afterwards he came to America
Saw the sisters and brothers
Trying to school their little children
Red Indians and Caucasians
Black man and Syrians
Then how the boy discover this land?
I can understand
A liar
What a liar
Christopher Columbus him a liar
Christopher Columbus him a liar
Him a no lion, him just a liar
Why O, I can't stand it
Why O, I can't stand it
What a lie

COUSIN RUDE BOY (Joseph Hill)

Rude boy come dash away your gun
Rude boy come dash away your gun
Cousin rude boy come dash away your gun
Uncle rude boy come dash away your gun

Because you bus shot in a Peter
You bus shot in a Carly
You bus shot in a Marley
And done wrong kill Tenor Saw

Rude boy come dash away your gun - Now!
Rude boy come dash away your gun - You are taking down the country
Rude boy come dash away your gun
Rude boy come dash away your gun

Because you bus shot in a poor man
You bus shot in a rich man
You bus shot in a Chiney
And done wrong kill King Tubby

Rude boy come dash away your gun
Rude boy come dash away your gun
Rude boy come dash away your gun
Cousin rude boy come dash away your gun

Man, for them bus shot in a Peter
And them bus shot in a Carly
Them bus shot in a Free-I
And done wrong kill Tenor Saw

Rude boy come dash away your gun
Rude boy come dash away your gun
Uncle rude boy come dash away your gun
Rude boy come dash away your gun

For them bus shot in a Black Man
And them bus shot in a White Man
And them bus shot in a Syrian
And them want to kill off Indian

Rude boy come dash away your gun
Rude boy come dash away your gun
Cousin rude boy come dash away your gun - right now
Rude boy come dash away your gun

For you a bus shot out of 16
And you bus it out of Matic
And you bus it out of Zuka
And you bus it out of Eagle

Rude boy come dash away your gun - now!
Rude boy come dash away your gun - no hesitation
Rude boy come dash away your gun - all invitation
Rude boy come dash away your gun - good mediation
Rude boy come dash away your gun - Lord

GRANNY ONE GRANDSON (Joseph Hill)

This one is livicated to all youthman
And Grandmothers who are involved in doing wrong
Quiet yourself youthman no bother with the war
Quiet yourself youthman no bother with the war
For Granny one grandson gone live a penitentiary wall
For Granny one grandson gone live a penitentiary wall
Quiet yourself youthman
Quiet yourself youthman

Granny round a kitchen a screw up face like she a bawl
Granny round a kitchen a screw up face like she a bawl

For Granny one grandson gone live a penitentiary wall
For Granny one grandson gone live a penitentiary wall
For Granny one grandson gone live a penitentiary wall
For Granny one grandson gone live a penitentiary wall
You hear what I say …

Only if Granny had bend that tree from it was young
Granny one grandson wouldn't live a penitentiary wall
I say Granny one grandson wouldn't live a penitentiary wall

Monday morning come you gone a Halfway Tree
Tuesday morning you gone a Second Street
Granny one grandson gone live a penitentiary wall
Granny one grandson gone live a penitentiary wall
Granny one grandson gone live a penitentiary wall
Granny one grandson gone live a penitentiary wall

You hear this
Everything him walk in with you tell him him lucky
Everything him come in with you take it and tell him him lucky
Granny one grandson gone live a penitentiary wall
Granny one grandson gone live a penitentiary wall
Granny one grandson gone live a penitentiary wall

Quiet yourself youthman
For Granny one grandson gone live a penitentiary wall
For Granny one grandson gone live a penitentiary wall
For Granny one grandson gone live a penitentiary wall
For Granny one grandson gone live a penitentiary wall

TRUST ME (Joseph Hill)

Reggae Music for a reason
You see you can play it under Jah season

I play reggae music in the middle of the street
Play reggae because it's our beat
Play reggae music because it was ordered by the Messiah Marcus Garvey

Trust me, trust me, trust me
Why don't you trust me, trust me, trust me

Allow politicians to fool you again
Allow a lawyer to plea your case
Allow the doctor to poison you
And even the minister to indoctrinate you

You trust the teacher to teach your children
Trust the mechanic to build your car
Trust the carpenter to build your house
And yet you don't trust your brother at all

You don't even trust yourself
Please be yourself

You trust the media to give you a news
And my simple words you do refuse
You don't trust Rastafari
You won't even listen to I and I and I

I stand up for the rights of every man
Just lonely as long as I can
We can win the victory
To fight on for humanity

Nine holes are in the human body
Seven of them are in your head
So why don't you clean up your life
And try and live just like the Congo Natty Dread

One mother you've got
I must remind you
And you must respect her to the highest level I say man

CAMPYARD (Joseph Hill)

Wooo ... what a trial that a gwan a Rasta yard
Look at them a come with the machete and them gun
Them come … them reap but them no sow it
What a gwan in the early morning a Rasta ganja field?

Come into the mountains
Site I and I grandfather
Planting marijuana, naw make no war
Come with your disrespect,
Take away I chalice
Carry gone a campyard

And when you reach the campyard
You mash-up I kutchie
And the whole a Rasta weed gone aboard

You know why?

If you never sell it,
How come you could a tell I how much a pound for it?

Hear this!

Early early morning the man them on parade
Run Rasta run them a come
Hide the barn, hide the kutchie

Come with your disrespect
Start boy-up I grandfather
Hall and pulling all over

Take away Sister Mary
From around the fire
Carry gone a prison
…..

Come into the mountains
Site I and I grandfather
Planting marijuana, naw make no war

I love the birds them
The birds love the Rasta
We reap marijuana together

Why you come to the mountains,
Trouble I and I grandfather?
Planting marijuana, naw make no war

We naw run, we naw run

Adopted from King Solomon
This marijuana, granted to the hands of Blackman

Now and then we smoke it
Another time we boil it
Good for all sickness and pain

Come into the mountains
Site I and I grandfather
Planting marijuana, naw make no war

Go back a station
I come to save creation
Free marijuana at large
Go back a station, trouble some police man
We planting marijuana, naw make no war

Come into the mountains
Site I and I grandfather

Leave … the trouble naw trouble you
Stop with your disrespect …

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2007, Jim Dooley