| Now this is the Cease and Seckle
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| So turn down the geckle
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| The dancehall get hot
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| And the kids them want their props
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| For the season
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| Here’s the reason
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| Here we are
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| No one can steal this moment
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| 'Cuz we’re just where we belong
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| The vibe just keeps on flowing
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| It goes on and on
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| I see the young girls dancing
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| Rude boys are romancing
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| Making simple passes
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| It’s a pleasure to see
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| People in harmony
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| For the ones who rule
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| Born Jamericans rule, yeah
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| This the Cease and Seckle
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| Turn down the geckle
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| Dancehall get hot
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| And now the kids, them want their props
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| It’s the Cease and Seckle
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| Turn down the geckle
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| Born Jamericans are on the map
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| And now it is non-stop
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| (something in patois)
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| If you really take it out
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| You need a battalion
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| Who the hell can stop this, a combination
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| It’s like you get a swift kick
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| When you are ready, a right hand
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| Me want to see the young girls
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| Just fling up your hands
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| And arch your backside, and start wine
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| Some girls them try the butterfly
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| But them look quite absurd
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| It’s not the butterfly
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| But better yet the dead bird
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| Inclination of the Shine
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| Is the matter at hand
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| If I perpetuate myself
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| As a (patois)
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| I make you spin on your toes
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| With the rub-a-dub flow
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| Original style when you come to the show
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| Self-proclaimed is the kids from foreign
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| Pioneer with the length and strength to cause havoc
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| Jumping out of the pack
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| With my lyrics come cocked
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| Edley Shine for a minute, then comes Mr. Notch
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| Where we’ve been and where we’re going
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| Keeps them hoping we die
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| Yet the magic we project
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| Keeps dancehall music alive
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| Fill the air with vibes of happiness
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| And strength to those who feel the rest
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| From a land not far away
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| Seeing hope for much better days
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| And it’s a pleasure to see
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| People in harmony
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| For the ones who rule
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| Born Jamericans rule, yeah
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| It’s a doggone youth, shall always survive
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| Proper live the youth,(patois)
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| 'Cuz them never give the Ed or the Notch a one blight
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| Me have to sit down in my car and ask myself why
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| Never typical, we rip up the market
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| Boom Shak-a-tack them put we (patois)
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| Now them have to see while the dude just seckle
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| Boiling point like the water in a kettle
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| Every label round the world
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| Wants the kids them to sign
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| Bring sound to the deaf
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| And sight to the blind
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| Now you all get the finger
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| Plus some batty you have to kiss
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| Now I (patois) the chatter, and change the language
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| If you will Cease and Seckle
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| Turn down the geckle
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| Dancehall get hot
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| And the kids them want their props
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| Me say Cease and Seckle
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| Turn down the geckle
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| Born Jamericans are on the map
|
| And now it is the non-stop
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| Here we are
|
| No one can steal this moment
|
| 'Cuz we’re just where we belong
|
| The vibe just keeps on flowing
|
| It goes on and on
|
| I see the young girls dancing
|
| Rude boys are romancing
|
| Making simple passes
|
| It’s a pleasure to see
|
| People in harmony
|
| For the ones who rule
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| Born Jamericans rule, yeah
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| It’s instant death
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| Kids on the mic, we don’t (patois)
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| When them say we in a (patois)
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| (patois) and try to go get
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| All of the crew but still have to address
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| Back on the top
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| Cuz how the hell them gonna manage
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| When the kids from foreign
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| Is out to do damage
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| Rape and pillage
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| While you get rubbish
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| On the microphone
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| So if you just Cease and Seckle
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| Turn down the geckle
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| Dancehall get hot
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| And the kids them want their props
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| Me say Cease and Seckle
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| Turn down the geckle
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| Born Jamericans are on the map
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| And now it is the non-stop
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| Out so far and out so near
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| Born Jamericans are finally here
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| Yes we gonna run dancehall music
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| For years, yeah
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| Out so far and out so near
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| Born Jamericans are finally here
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| Yes we gonna run dancehall music
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| For years, that’s why I say |