| When I was just
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| Give me light, light, light the way
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| Light the way, give me light, give me light
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| Give me light, light, light, light
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| Light, light, light, light
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| Light, light, light
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| Can you light?
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| Can you light? |
| Light, light the way
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| Light the way, give me light, give me light
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| Give me light, light, light, light
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| Light, light, light, light
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| Light, light, light
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| Can you light?
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| Yeah, yo
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| Bloodclaat, bust my gun like a rude boy
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| No Love & Hip Hop, bad attitude, boy
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| Jamaican Clarks, sippin' Guinness on the hot sand
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| Sun splash, I’m on after Elephant Man
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| My posse paddle through the Cayman in a small canoe
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| Chewin' on chew sticks, blowin' on ganja root
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| Fonto leaf, Irish moss, soursop
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| Big nets catchin' monk fish, spice for the crockpot
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| The powder is wrapped, lookin' like baby roadies
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| Machine gun mask on, lookin' like a bunch of goalies
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| The half a foot dread, the whole land call him Toby
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| He got a team of red beam that’ll lean the police
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| Christoper Coke, the pistol’ll smoke gutters
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| We out in Kingston grooming the dirt for the butters
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| Sharpened machetes that slice through the trees for berries
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| Busting coconuts, Selassie legendary
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| When I was just
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| Give me light, light, light the way
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| Light the way, give me light, give me light
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| Give me light, light, light, light
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| Light, light, light, light
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| Light, light, light
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| Can you light?
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| Can you light? |
| Light, light the way
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| Light the way, give me light, give me light
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| Give me light, light, light, light
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| Light, light, light, light
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| Light, light, light
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| Can you light?
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| Siddly, diddly, diddly, diddly, diddly, diddly, and truly (Right)
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| No search and fiddle (Right)
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| Diddly, diddly, diddly, and truly
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| First class (Brrt)
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| Cold blooded murderer (Right)
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| Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em what them ah really require (Right)
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| Cold blooded murderer
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| Wu-Tang the definition of a soldier
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| Check the Tiger Bone, stole love don, I sip a megaton
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| On point, soldiers is armed and blow the best corn
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| Fly silks and wallies, women from Jamaica to Bali
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| Acknowledge me at the show and prove rowdy
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| I miss Allah Real still, I build with this peace of steel
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| They call the microphone chrome nickel-plated poems
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| Jamel Ireef and Iron Man Tone, respect shown
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| In Jamaica, there’s a party, peace to all my natty
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| Eatin' swordfish and I keep sliced avocado
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| Rice and peas and items sweet like a mango
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| One hundred clip rifle blow, steady flow, rhythm, tempo
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| «More fire,» the sample go, so
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| Peace to Fire House, Waltham, Havendale to Maverley
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| Jungle to Rema, Salt Lane to Tivoli
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| Gaza, Spanish Town, Trenchtown, back to Maxfield
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| 'Nough respect due, everything real
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| When I was just |