| I grab my jacket and a packet and I head out the door
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| The sun it is ah-shining and I want to explore
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| So I take a little trip to an out of town club
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| Bill up a little spliff and then we rock into the dub
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| «Boom Boom!» |
| goes the bass
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| «Pap Pap» goes the drum
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| The vocal come around like an instruction
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| No man can resist the primitive call
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| Babylon ah never put our backs against the wall
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| Up against the wall, up against the wall
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| Ah Babylon they wanna see ah man ah fall!
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| Up against the wall, up against the wall
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| What babylon don’t know they make we masses stand tall
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| (Marsha's Chorus) Out where the Raggaman go
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| Is where the sun shine and wind blow
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| And when he look down low
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| He sees the Ragga crowd checking his flow
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| Out where the Raggaman go
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| Where the sun shine and wind blow
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| And when he look down low
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| He sees the Ragga crowd checking his flow
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| Well we get pure idiots round that wanna test our sound
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| Go on like they’re the don
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| But are bound to mess around
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| So when the fire come rain down
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| I leave them (all of the soundboy) drowned.#
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| Cos the music from Jamaica all the love that I have found
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| So how now? |
| The Skints we ah go tell it so profound
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| You call it a soundclash I call it burial ground
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| And summa them want to drag man down
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| But if you mana just walk around
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| I just draw for the microphone
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| And I lyrically stub man out like
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| Zoobadeh! |
| Zoobadeh! |
| Ziggidiggidiggidiggi Doobadeh!
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| Zoobadeh! |
| Zoobadeh! |
| Ziggidiggidiggidiggi Doobadeh!
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| And yes I may like reggae but I know where I’m from, my team was Babylon born
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| inna east London
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| (Marsha's Chorus) Out where the Raggaman go
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| Is where the sun shine and wind blow
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| And when he look down low
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| He sees the Ragga crowd checking his flow
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| Out where the Raggaman go
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| Where the sun shine and wind blow
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| And when he look down low
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| He sees the Ragga crowd checking his flow
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| (Marsha)
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| Raggaman say go!
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| Hoping that life fi hand out good times and good shows
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| And I and I made it through heavy rain and thick snow
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| So where is it you go?
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| With rub-a-dub-a-dub and all our troubles are on hold?
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| He tell me ten times
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| He tell me ten times
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| He tell me ten times
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| He tell me ten times
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| What a society!
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| We don’t like negativity!
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| You want fi stand up tall!
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| Don’t fall!
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| Even if you’re up against the wall!
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| What a society!
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| We don’t like negativity!
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| You want fi stand up tall!
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| Don’t fall!
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| Even if you’re up against the wall!
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| (Marsha's Chorus) Out where the Raggaman go
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| Is where the sun shine and wind blow
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| And when he look down low
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| He sees the Ragga crowd checking his flow
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| Out where the Raggaman go
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| Where the sun shine and wind blow
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| And when he look down low
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| He sees the Ragga crowd checking his flow — oohhh
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| Ut where the Raggaman go
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| Is where the sun shine and wind blow
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| And when he look down low
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| He sees the Ragga crowd checking his flow
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| Ut where the Raggaman go |