| Every time I see Babylon my blood runs cold
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| Every time I see the wicked men my belly moves
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| You say after me sir
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| I solemnly swear
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| That the evidence I shall give
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| Shall be the truth
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| The whole truth
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| And nothin but the truth
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| So help me God
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| So help I Jah. |
| Rastafari
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| Every time I see the wicked men my belly moves
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| You are brought before this court
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| For having ganja in your possession
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| Guilty or not guilty
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| Not guilty your honor
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| How could one man do such a thing … Gang Jah
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| It is totally impossible your honor
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| I can remember yeah
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| When I was framed and jailed, brutalized
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| The grudge would find me guilty
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| For an exhibit they could not find
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| Every time I see Babylon my blood runs cold
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| Every time I see the wicked men my belly moves
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| When I see the condition
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| I said it’s a curse
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| For the past 400 years ago
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| Things get from bad to worse
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| Every time I see Babylon my blood runs cold
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| Every time I see the wicked men my belly moves |