| And so great is a man goin to be praised
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| Selassie I every time
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| I say Jah shall execute judgment and justice
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| And none shall escape, what me say
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| Selassie I leave em terrified, what me say
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| Boy you better put on the wings of de morning and fly
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| There is no escape from King Selassie I
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| Flying on the income must fall to the sea
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| There is no escape from his Majesty
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| A long time he a tell you bout the duttie square breed
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| A long time he a tell you bout the brutality
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| A long time he a tell you bout the him fantasy
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| But why yo, boat men shan manakhe
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| But why yo, a-bout the black he body
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| But why yo, I vote with equality
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| But why yo, a-bout Marcus Garvey
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| We there yo, I feel love his Majesty
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| Selassie I, soul that kept me
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| Selassie I, for I the trinity
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| A ex amount of action been dumped onto me
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| No stop from wicked them no stop from flee
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| Ah nowhere to run and there is no void
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| Boy you better put on the wings of de morning and fly
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| There is no escape from King Selassie I
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| Flying on the income must fall to the sea
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| There is no escape from his Majesty
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| Here come that rude boy shit, criminology lefit
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| Legalize dude to get me mega-rich Selassie I
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| We can all get by if we unify
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| Gettin chinky eye off the stimuli, blazin the gun
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| And all that good stuff, six-three walk with a strut
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| On these New York streets like baby what
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| Anything can happen, it usually does
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| I’m from Staten, the Island, peep me on G-Street, Ticallion
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| Everything is real ain’t nuttin fronted
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| Down a fake rapper haveta bungee
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| He’s in it for the munties, money
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| But you can’t take it witcha when you die, Selassie high
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| If you put-ta on de wings and tempt to exit
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| Then no conjure Christ and none gone bullshit
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| Ay Selai for the righteous but the wicked are to perish
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| With them burn the gun and them whole poli-tricks
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| Half the people dem a turn and half the people dem a twist
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| Now shoot dem, another ear-trick done perish
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| Get M some 16 and some rusty-matic
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| After the whole of them from gone then push up them fists
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| Leave the ship them a strip, you must get punish
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| Go ahead, speed up your judgment, stand up boy boy
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| Boy you better put on the wings of de morning and fly
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| There is no escape from King Selassie I
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| Flying on the income must fall to the sea
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| There is no escape from his Majesty
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| So ahh, and one of these day
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| When you hear a boy faint then uhh
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| Where you gonna run too, ohhhh woyyyy
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| I said they gonna run to the rock
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| And mountain but they will be no rock, no rock
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| They’re gonna run to the rocks
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| And mountain but they will be no rock, so what we say
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| Wu-Tang Clan’s in the area, Capleton’s in the area
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| We got Shaolin in the area
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| Big up yourself black man, my brothers
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| Hell is the plan for the other, discover, discover, discover, c’mon, c’mon
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| New lands for you man and your family
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| Reminisce on back in the days, can it be
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| It was all so simple then, we all kin
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| And black-skinned, original Don set the trend
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| Let’s be men, if not for us, then for the babies
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| The little ones the revolution has now begun
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| (Put on put on the wings of the morning and fly
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| There is no escape from King Selassie I)
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| Now, owwww, everybody
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| Get in where you fit in
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| For nine-five, the nine-nickel
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| Cold as an icicle, Method Man
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| Capleton, representing
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| Dynamic Duo on the track |