| Dem try fi hold hold wha dem can’t conquer
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| Rastaman no mix up with no vagavanga
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| They want to condemn the innocent
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| For crimes which we did not committ
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| They want to get good people mix up In their bag of tricks
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| But water and oil can’t mix
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| Water and oil don’t mix
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| Say dem try fi hold hold wha dem can’t conquer
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| Rastaman no mix up with no vagavanga
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| Hear this! |
| naah go like the son if you no like the father
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| True we manifest under the same order
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| Cock your ears and listen me want you hear ya part ya But first come in papa Ziggy as the eldest brother
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| Yes I hear the lies they’ve told
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| Dem says Rasta did this and this
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| What is the politican role
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| Is it to create conflicts
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| But water and oil can’t mix
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| Water and oil don’t mix
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| Jah who I praise break your silence
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| Now that the wicked is accusing
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| Attacking for no reason
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| All we did was pray for them
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| Now the way things happen fast
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| Some things me naah go member
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| But the day did cool cool and collective lya
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| Nest thing me know some unwanted visitors
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| Some devil worshipping Rasta hating cold-blooded murdera
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| Never get wha dem expect dem expect lamb fi slaughter
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| Hear this! |
| This is Ragamuffin and him hitting harder
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| We get up from weh we sit down to a strategic corner
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| Me and the bwoy dem eye mek four me mek a nervous swallow
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| Prip around from left to right me look pon all me brother
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| Hold me head to the sky and make a final prayer
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| Zoom! |
| zoom! |
| And everything take cover
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| Look how fast lightning rod back out in all a dem face
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| Quick! |
| Me back out me no member wha it name
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| Them never know the youth them would not lose them faith
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| Through the grace of the Father everything set straight
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| But water and oil can’t mix
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| Water and oil don’t mix |