| Holy Emmanuel I Selassie I
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| Well a lot to be said
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| Age be protected
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| The sick to be cared for
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| The hungry must be fed
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| Well, tiers of Government men like spawns
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| And Babylon me holla out
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| What? |
| Show you deh plans
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| Break free from the slave
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| Every prisoner’s a come
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| Ethiopia’s last judgement
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| Babylon turn ashes when me done
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| Tell them sey a greater fun
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| Them lift it up on Babylon again
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| Break free from the slave
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| Every black woman a come
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| Ethiopia’s last judgement
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| Babylon turn ashes when me done
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| Tell them sey a greater fun
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| Bigger judgement
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| Them keep on grabbing
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| How they’ve been stabbing
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| Now the ghetto fire caan cool
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| Well then, them keep on plotting
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| Black progress you’ve been stopping
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| So me take the ghetto youths them out a you school
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| Babylon you keep on rushing to where I see nothing
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| When you know sey you a fi me foot stool
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| Babylon you’re always mocking
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| This a Zion high trodding
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| Stop take the ghetto youths them fi fool
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| See them deh eh
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| Bout see slave they stop chill
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| Pon Babylon plantation a you a go get kill
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| Me sey gwaan a Africa
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| Cause mount Zion haffe build
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| Every tribal man come utilise your skill
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| Give I strength, give I the power
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| Unnuh fi give me all your will
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| Give I the plough and the mashett
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| Mek me go clean up the earth
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| Food haffi plant, but Jack belly nah go fill
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| Them fight gainst the youths
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| Him and him breathren name Jill
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| Well judgement
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| Well you’re always in pain, more and more
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| Tell me what’s your name on your slave master door
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| Today you complain
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| Tomorrow you no sure
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| And then you run go wipe up blacker master floor
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| I see you in the morning, rushing out and through your door
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| Nuh Babylon bus unnuh deh hussle and board
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| Just know the human rights
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| So make your youths them secure
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| Black people so sweet
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| Nuh make Babylon plaster unnuh like sore
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| Where do you go from here your response
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| And if you give me no joy, you better hold your distance
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| Me tell the ghetto youth the best thing is self-reliance
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| Live for yourself, that is significant
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| Well Babylon, me nuh fool fi make you run come conquer
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| Yes you know, these ghetto youths them well you could not pamper
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| Tell them the donkey haffi Christ a mule you fi hamper
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| What a brain solver yah pon Nebuchadnezzar
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| Babylon take the mass of the land, giving the people them butter
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| Sey them a top class and a brand us as the nigga
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| Sey them a high society and we a small settler
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| Well thunder, lightning pon crevice and corner
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| Well judgement |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Break Free , by - Sizzla Kalonji. Song from the album Overstanding, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп