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(Chorus)
Well stop you coming and come
Cause we leaving out a Babylon
Babylon soon done
Bingi man me song
Well stop you coming and come
Cause Ethiopia a the closest thing to the sun
Me sing again...
Well stop you coming and come
Cause we leaving out a Babylon
Babylon soon done
Bingi man me song
Well stop you coming and come
Ethiopia a the closest...
Well
repatriate you mind and come
We see dem have to run way from out a Jamdown
But we nah go leave until we boom down Sodom
And the ghetto youth dem educate out a the slum
And the mad man dem stop nyam outa drum
And the gun man dem all put down dem gun
A wait for the right revolution to come
Politricks and religion we trample that down
Sight to the blind and speech to the dumb
And the cripple man dem all get up and run
Well Emperor Selassie I come again...
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Chorus)
Well judgement
whe me go trod down ina the west
Pon the road of corruption now me beg dem no step
Tell dem leave out the filthiness and leave out the mess
Tell dem destroy the coke and let us elevate ourselves
Then me beg some a dem don't lay to rest
Cause pon the battlefield warriors no restless
Well straight a Zion and no stop we nah make
Me beg some a dem stop ride down the west
Leave out the haskel and leave out the tech
A full time now we make a positive step
Educate the ghetto youth and make them think and check
Me tell some a dem fi watch all dem flex
Then watch all the harlot train what dem a take
No flex like no crow bait no flex like rex
Man trample corruption filthiness a mess
As Emperor Selassie I him conquer death
Evil is darkness and darkness is death
No mark of no beast me nah go take... you check
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Chorus)
So me go
trod down ina the east
Now with me intention to go destroy the beast
Ina the heart a Vatican a where the whole a dem meet
Me catch dem partake ina dem Devil feast
A catch dem all a cook up all dem bloody meat
In the bed of corruption me go catch dem a sleep
And catch dem a wrap up under corruption sheet
We caught dem a rape... a kill... a thief
A rob all the food from the baby whe de creep
Weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth
Me nah go take no mark of the beast... you see it
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Chorus)
Well repatriate
you mind and come
We see dem have to run way from out a Jamdown
But we nah go leave until we burn down Sodom
And the ghetto youth dem educate out a the slum
And the mad man dem stop nyam outa drum
And the gun man dem all put down dem gun
A wait for the right revolution to come
Ina the school and the college
Politricks and religion we trample that down |