Lyrics Rythm Of Life - Third World

Rythm Of Life

Nice up yo’self inna de riddim of life!
Pa yaa yap.
Nice up yo’self inna de riddim of life!
Pa yaa yap.
Now listen to me people in this age of riddim
Every man got to know what he’s got within
Like baby Angela living next door
She dubbing it up from the age of four
Nice up yo’self inna de riddim of life!
Pa yaa yap.
Nice up yo’self inna de riddim of life!
Pa yaa yap.
Nice up yo’self inna de riddim of life!
Pa yaa yap.
Nice up yo’self inna de riddim of life!
Pa yaa yap.
Time of illusion has got you confused
I can see in your eyes, that you’re battered and bruised
Like your grandfather cutting sugar cane
I wonder why he survive the pain?
When them lick him with the whip
Grampa kill him with the rhythm
Them lick him with the whip
Grampa gi’him the rhythm
Them lick him with the whip
Grampa kill him with the rhythm
Them lick him with the whip
Grampa kill him with the rhythm, yea, yea!
Nice up yo’self inna de riddim of life!
Pa yaa yap.
Nice up yo’self inna de riddim of life!
Pa yaa yap.
Nice up yo’self inna de riddim of life!
Pa yaa yap.
Let it flow, let it flow
Y mas gan, ulaghize!
Y mas gan!
Bass man play
Bass man what you say
Country boy, city slicker