| So the system mud-up
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| Pon the frontline it blood-up blood-up
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| Babylon you fi ease-up ease-up
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| You just a push and a squeeze-up squeeze-up
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| Cast away your evil spell
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| Jah will pour some water in the well
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| 'Cause you so greedy-greedy
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| You rob the poor and needy-needy
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| You and your fancy talking
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| You cool and deadly walking
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| You Furmans them stalking, brutalizing and shooting
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| Dramatizing pon the televee
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| How the police them a batter we
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| People mek we unite-unite
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| 'Cause this ya street fight right
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| Babylon just a bust-up we head
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| We little children shot down and dead
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| Where it begin? |
| When will it end!
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| When lion and tiger become friend
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| And a him a back-up back-up
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| Pull me over and a ruff-up tuff-up
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| Expensive car and gold a shock-out
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| Jealousy rage, start rip-out rip-out
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| Work so hard just to survive you see
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| But the Babylon a envy me
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| 'Cause him system design
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| Fi hold me down and keep me behind
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| Move you red eye back-off a mine
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| You just a grunt and a dig like a swine
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| You fi ease-up ease-up
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| You just a squeeze-up squeeze-up
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| Penalizing harassing each day
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| Trying to take I freedom away |