[Intro:]
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Yah Blessed
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Yah man black people
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African people just one love and one joy you know
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Blessed
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Them is the black man and black woman kingdom you know
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Check it
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So we go
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[Chorus:]
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A lot of people don't got no good in a them and me see it
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The wicked a go drop off like ripe leaf
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Nuff a them no got no love in a them, how you do it ?
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That mean you wouldn't give the ghetto youths food fi eat
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Nuff a them no got no love in a them and me see it
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The heathen a go drop off like ripe leaf
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Nuff a them no got no love in a them, how you do it ?
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[Verse 1:]
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That mean you would a scorn the ghetto youths well
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Well a who got the matches ?
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Who got the gasoline ?
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Youths clear the passage
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Cause a fire me deh dash
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Like a macca marijuana
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Tell them me ask
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Nuff a them a it me find out
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Nuff a them a happen
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Nuff boy turn your friend just through cash
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Laugh and a pretend then a stab you in the back
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Well me humble, a wait,
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Meekly a watch into the fire
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Way deh blaze nuff a them a keep back
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You run gone go dig you pit and set up them trap
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A bear wolf a go under the lock
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So King Emmanuel put on me turban wrap
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So them yah time Babylon you must get lash
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Like a tomato you must get splash
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Them a chant bout me poor through me clothes full a patch
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And through them pull a door and got a key to them lock
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Well Babylon Jesse Christ him blackk
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2:]
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Find out the devil send them fi me hang them
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Well Babylon you lose cause I nah pretend
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Well a who go bend them fi me come straight them
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Caan follow I, nor the Lion in a the den
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Tell me now a who go friend them fi me go shame them
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With Selassie I free Emmanuel anthem
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Well then a who go strenght them
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To misled Jah children
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Babylon this never yet no problem
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Yow, a some skunk them
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Come we go dump them
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The wicked man tell me who do you praise ?
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The Alien
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In them yah time yah
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Me sey a them they got to bless
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Fire got to bless
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3:]
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Well then I live for Jah all my days
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And if a no King Selassie you deh praise well the heathen a go rage
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Fire me deh blaze
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So me tell them sey
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Them a the real hypocrite
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Them caan take me fire them a walk and a spit
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Through no wicked I no subject did nah commit
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Them only rob the poor then go bow to the rich
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Me find out a hatred nuff a practice
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Mister Scrapehead just come fi you justice
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Cause everyday you devise some mischief
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Now rude boy you ready cos things done sleve
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 1]
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Ripe Leaf
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Sizzla |