| Never so them plan it but a we a run the planet
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| Babylon want fi ban it so me stash it inna the bonnet
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| Scent them couldn’t stand it, no them couldn’t overstand it
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| And them quick fi panic when them see we coming for it
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| Long time now them have it so them relaxed in the habit
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| Asked for it politely but right now we a go grab it
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| Even if you put me with the crabs inna the barrel
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| Shell the whole a dem and them step out a drink me sorrel
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| Reach fi me seat so, see it every season
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| When you are a believer, don’t finch for any reason
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| Not now, then when? |
| Not me, then who?
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| Man love talk but refuse to do
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| Well if you seek you find
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| But never you cheat the line
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| Cause it goin' take all of you trying
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| To make something out of your life
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| So whenever you see me shine
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| The blessings that I receive divine
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| And I got to get what’s mine
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| It’s only a matter of time
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| Only when you prepare shall it appear for you
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| The universe sincere, she taking care of you
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| So if you doing what you can and you going with a plan
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| You have no reason to ever live in fear, do you?
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| 'Cause that’s the worse type of living, I can tell you
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| Put you pon a level make you start fi doubt yourself
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| The thoughts about regrets, the what if, the shoulda could
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| I living in the present, that is forever my mood
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| To them, gatekeepers who want keep it closed so
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| Watch me come through and bulldoze you
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| And plotting them down too
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| Naa stop until a rubble in the streets
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| If you nuh want no trouble then nuh bother trouble me
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| Yeah
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| Middle of Mexico at midnight
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| On account of all the things that I did right
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| Many lyrics that I did write
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| Was just insight
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| Who knew these minds it would ignite
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| It looked right from the shift that I did sight
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| I took flight from the spliff that I did light
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| Heights, lyrics and riddim dem a fit right
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| Christ, 'til one get high, coodeh, fist fight
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| Inna battle with all parts of my brain
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| Like the ones that hit, I never thought of again
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| More responsible I said I ought to have been
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| Call the constable or call Hawkeye again
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| And, lawd Diggy, them hang on by a string
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| When man hear dem tune ya, man goin' want buy a tin
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| And watch the talk, man a laugh, I a grin
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| I have been a part of it, start of the thing |