Big things a gwaan
Keepin it real, ‘nuff a them wa fe spin the wheel, make deal
All the life under this mass destruction
Only the fittest of the fittest shall survive, yo
The heathen rage with blood inna dem eye
Wha them a fe try
I guess they want fe hold down de ghetto youths
That livin in St. Croix
Don’t wha we live up the righteousness of Rastafari
The heathen rage with blood inna dem eye
Sabbat them bone bound fe fry
It’s like them forget the Nazarine vows under the abadejani
One thunder ball hear the Bobo Ites cry out with showers
We need fe seek de righteousness of Jah Jah
Live up livity, Rastafarian soldiers chant redemption songs
Bun fya ‘pon iniquity workers, Bush pagan leach ‘pon de poor
Like vampires - choo - hear out the Bobo Ites
The dragon slayer set de booby trap for the bear
Clip the eagle’s feathers, Babylon I know you can feel the heat,
What you sow is what you reap
Mask man, pick up dem gun hungry
Can’t find food fe eat, who can’t heed dem a go suffer cold feet
This one like fya onto the heart of the weak – this one’s obsolete
For the warheads me can’t speak
For the Bobo Ites is on a mission and it’s not complete
Until Babylon Leagues of Nation fall in the agony of defeat
Iyah Ites is on a mission and it’s not complete
Until Babylon Leagues of Nations fall in the agony of defeat
The heathen rage with blood inna dem eye
Wha them a fe try
I guess they want fe hold down de ghetto youths
That livin in St. Croix
Don’t wha we live up the righteousness of Rastafari
The heathen rage with blood inna dem eye
Sabbat them bone bound fe fry
It’s like them forget the Nazarine vows under the abadejani
Yo, see dem deh them eye well blood red
Them love to promote them vain things and dem folly
Pollute the youths with iniquity
But still can’t hold we down inna dem high society
Them bone bound fe fry those who don’t care for you or me
Them shall fall in de sinking sand without partiality
Come mek we seek Melchezidek, Emmanuel, Marcus Garvey
His Imperial Majesty Selassie I, more powers to the trinity
Live it up, don’t give it up, freedom for the black supremecy
The heathen rage with blood inna dem eye
Wha them a fe try
I guess they want fe hold down de ghetto youths
That livin in St. Croix
Don’t wha we live up the righteousness of Rastafari
The heathen rage with blood inna dem eye
Sabbat them bone bound fe fry
It’s like them forget the Nazarine vows under the abadejani
Check out this vibes can’t you see
How much ghetto youths in St. Croix are dropping like flies
So how could youth tell me seh that we’re living ina paradise
When there is envy, lust and grudge amongst the foolish eyes
Them ready fe take a life by the guns or the knifes
Oh what a weeping and wailing and a gnashing of cry
When mama and papa youth get paralyzed
Ghetto youths be wise and stop fantasize
Don’t commit your life to the darkness but of the light
Hear this lyrical penetration
Fe mek you open your ears and your eyes
Cause the ghetto youths in St. Croix is the elements of surprise
Yeah, we are the elements of surprise
The heathen rage with blood inna dem eye
Wha them a fe try
I guess they want fe hold down de ghetto youths
That livin in St. Croix
Don’t wha we live up the righteousness of Rastafari
The heathen rage with blood inna dem eye
Sabbat them bone bound fe fry
It’s like them forget the Nazarine vows under the abadejani
One thunder ball hear the Bobo Ites
cry out with showers
We need fe seek de righteousness of Jah Jah
Live up livity, Rastafarian soldiers chant redemption songs
Bun fya ‘pon iniquity workers, Bush pagan leach ‘pon de poor
Like vampires - choo - hear out the Bobo Ites
The dragon slayer set de booby trap for the bear
Clip the eagle’s feathers, Babylon I know you can feel the heat,
What you sow is what you reap
Mask man, pick up dem gun hungry
Can’t find food fe eat, who can’t heed dem a go suffer cold feet
This one like fya onto the heart of the weak – this one’s obsolete
For the warheads me can’t speak
For the Bobo Ites is on a mission
and it’s not complete
Until Babylon Leagues of Nation fall in the agony of defeat
Iyah Ites is on a mission and it’s not complete
Until Babylon Leagues of Nations fall in the agony of defeat
The heathen rage with blood inna dem
eye
Wha them a fe try
I guess they want fe hold down de ghetto youths
That livin in St. Croix
Don’t wha we live up the righteousness of Rastafari
The heathen rage with blood inna dem eye
Sabbat them bone bound fe fry
It’s like them forget the Nazarine vows under the abadejani
