| When we pull into the last stop in for the final time,
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| We can get loud and try to find the diamonds rising to the sky.
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| Get ready for dying, ready for the next trial to abide by,
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| Unafraid of time, coming to the end of line.
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| We bring the love, all bring it to all heart and minds.
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| We preach to be kind, try to make people come and unite
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| In the fight, fight, fight to be, to think,
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| To teach them all to live their life right.
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| Let’s see it and then to the kingdom we rise.
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| And the ganja say ya praise for the one,
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| When he hand ya — Say Boom Shiva,
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| Spreading the law within the land ya,
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| Equanimity like Rama Sita, together burning reefer.
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| For the good win, yeah, for the good fight, yes, for the good they try
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| As for the good know why that like good riddim we let it ride
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| Spread the knowledge of the most high, most holy and wise.
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| While we strike a gold riddim, make a sound for the nation
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| Not give to be given, just a love for the human race and
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| Respect body and mind — turn from the wicked bad kind,
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| Let the light lead you to a true world domination right.
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| And the ganja say ya praise for the one,
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| When he hand ya — Say Boom Shiva,
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| Spreading the law within the land ya,
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| Equanimity like Rama Sita, together burning reefer.
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| Leave many truth buried in the ground, truth flowing from a fountain,
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| Left in a cave hiding up a mountain with a record of my sound and
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| Mungos sound system, bass bins to make a din
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| When the future man find them to hear us nasty like ride em
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| Re-invent electricity; |
| get the needle in the rim
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| Get that deck spinning, while they all are listening wondering
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| What are we hearing, is this voice of god left for the children
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| So we don’t start warring all over again.
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| And the ganja say ya praise for the one,
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| When he hand ya — Say Boom Shiva,
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| Spreading the law within the land ya,
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| Equanimity like Rama Sita, together burning reefer.
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| I go recording of sunny islands
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| Cutting them diamonds vinyl spinning riding
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| I’m a happy face unless someone smokes my supply and
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| Forgets to press record
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| Before I’ve finished spitting on the riddim
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| I get faster, as the waves always get fatter
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| Like a ship about to blast up
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| Take and strip away the matter
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| To a sound that seldom matters
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| Without abracadabra,
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| Bring the beat and then the natter then the…
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| And the ganja say ya praise for the one,
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| When he hand ya — Say Boom Shiva,
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| Spreading the law within the land ya,
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| Equanimity like Rama Sita, together burning reefer. |