| Glorious be to the Most High
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| Jah! |
| Rastafari!
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| Woah nah nah nah nah nah
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| Hey, you see Sly and Robbie.
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| A just Selassie I send dem, well
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| Play music fi heathen, well
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| See di Christians we call dem, yeah
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| 'Cause a di Devil control dem
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| Sly, a Selassie I send dem, well
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| 'Cause music haffi play then, yeah
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| Mr. Robbie him a bass dem, well
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| Taxi Gang come tell dem say that…
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| Well Mr. Sly, well!
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| Music we a play, and we a trample over Jungle
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| Trample down a TG, Rema man we a talk to
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| All Rema man, well unuh fi cool and unuh fi humble
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| Put down all di guns and leave di chain and all di bangle
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| Pon Selassie I, well we ready fi we people
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| All Rasta man and bobo man we all a talk to
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| Sly dem a play, we are licking out di evil
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| Come now Taxi Gang come play fi di people
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| Taxi Gang!
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| A Selassie I send dem, well
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| Music will lick the heathen dem
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| All di Christians, we call dem, well
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| 'Cause a di Devil control dem
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| But…
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| Long time we a tell dem fi 'low carnival
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| Dem waan mix Rasta man in dem bachanal
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| True Mr. Sly him a foundation
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| That’s why we play music fi each and everyone
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| Yo, yo, yo!
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| Music we a play, a yaso we run di route
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| Music we a play fi all di man dem down a south
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| Easy, Mr. Sly, and Taxi Gang run di route
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| You nuh hear di music dem a bawl out
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| Mission impossible, and a teach people
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| Play fi all di dumb, di deaf, di blind and all di cripple, oh!
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| Mr. Sly how you’re humble, nah rumble
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| Because we too comfortable, so we tell dem!
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| A King Selassie I send dem, well
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| Taxi Gang come fi warn them, well
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| Music under heathen, yeah
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| The Pope, we control them, well
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| Trample di Christian and di beast a Albashan
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| Diss Rastaman, don’t you know say you ever wrong?
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| Mr. Sly, play di music from 19, how long?
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| Dem a play fi Bob Marley, Peter Touch, how much?
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| How dem fi diss we when you know say we nuh nervous
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| A foundation, a we dig di land
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| A we set di plan, and a we buy the-, oh nah
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| How long we a warn them say?
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| A just Selassie I call dem deh
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| But true di Devil control dem, yeah
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| And di boy dem never listen say
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| Mr. Sly a say, Beenie Man a say, Taxi Gang a play
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| This yah one yah pass January morning
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| From now mi a give out di warning
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| Some bwoy haffi go try do some farming
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| Mr. Sly, a music we playing
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| Well from now, bad man is talking
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| Well Taxi Gang, don’t you know dem run di thing
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| And don’t you know say a we have di engine
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| Well follow Beenie Man and sing
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| Oh na na na
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| Oh na na na na |