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| 1. |
| 6:03 | 
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| 2. |
| 5:57 |
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| 3. |
| 5:37 | 
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I n i are the living dread
Inna these ya dawn of the living dead x2 Were mind ah decreasing from a distant culture Were manners increasin' cause we backing down vulture I n i are the living dread Inna these ya dawn of the living dead x2 Blessed be the children of man And together will overstand Blessed be the children of man As numberless as grain of sand I n i are the living dread Inna these ya dawn of the living dead x2 Some building costly in the hill While some many others don't never get no share They priving a human of their rights It's a crime against the worst don't have to tell you about prison I n i are the living dread Inna these ya dawn of the living dead x2 Were mind ah decreasing from a distant culture Were manners increasin' cause we backing down vulture I n I living out there hopefull and bright Break I n i are the living dread Inna these ya dawn of the living dead I n I heart of the maroon heart I n I taught to the maroon tall I n I trod the maroon trod Inna desolate places I n i are the living dread Inna these ya dawn of the living dead x2 ____________ Et en francais : Nous sommes les dreads vivants Parmi l'aube des morts vivants x2 Nos esprit s'avillissent a cause de cette lointaine culture Nos manieres s'accroissent car nous cedons aux vautours Refrain x2 Benis soient les enfants de l'homme Et ensemble nous comprendrons Beni soient les enfants de l'homme Aussi peu nombreux que des grains de sables Refrain x 2 Certains batissent cherement dans les collines Pendant que tant d'autres ne recoivent pas leurs du Ils privent un humain des ses droits C'est un crime des pires, je ne vous parle meme pas de prison Refrain x2 I n i vit la, plein d'espoir et lumineux Break Nous sommes des dreads vivants Nous avons le cœur d'un Maroon Nous avons l'enseignement d'un Maroon Nous suivons les chemins des Maroon A travers des lieux desoles Refrain x2 |
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| 4. |
| 6:03 |
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Guess who's coming to dinner, Natty Dreadlocks
Guess who's coming to dinner, Natty Dreadlocks Oh I can see you brought some herb for me, Natty Dreadlocks And Rasta near land Nyah Binghi Cudjoe are coming over the hills Say in time like this we must live as one So the Book of Rule shall stand, Dreadlocks, Dreadlocks Guess who's coming to dinner, Natty Dreadlocks Guess who's coming to dinner, Natty Dreadlocks So let's give thanks and praise, Natty Dreadlocks I appreciate the herb you brought for me, Natty Dreadlocks Now that things and time have changed Something make me realize what it takes And that I'm to be a Natty Dreadlocks Guess who's coming to dinner, Natty Dreadlocks I'm just coming in from the woods, Natty Dreadlocks So let's give thanks and praise, Natty Dreadlocks I appreciate the herb you brought for me, Natty Dreadlocks Now that things and time have changed Something made me realize what it takes And that I'm to be a Natty Dreadlocks, oh yeah Guess who's coming to dinner, Natty Dreadlocks Hmmm yeah Guess who's coming to dinner, Natty Dreadlocks Guess who's coming to dinner, Natty Dreadlocks So let's give thanks and praise, Natty Dreadlocks I appreciate the herb you brought for me, Natty Dreadlocks Now that things and time have changed Something made me realize what it takes And that I'm to be a Natty Dreadlocks, oh yeah Guess who's coming to dinner, Natty Dreadlocks Guess, Natty Dreadlocks Guess, Natty Dreadlocks Guess, Natty Dreadlocks Natty Dreadlocks Guess, Natty Dreadlocks Guess, Natty Dreadlocks Guess, Natty Dreadlocks So Now Natty Dreadlocks Guess, Natty Dreadlocks Guess, Natty Dreadlocks Guess, Natty Dreadlocks |
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| 5. |
| 4:32 |
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| 6. |
| 10:30 |
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You bum right here and you
Bounce over there sponji reggae I say you bum right here and You bounce over there Sponji reggae I say you rock right here and You rock over there sponji reggae I say you punch right here and you Punch over there sponji reggae A keep trying very hard to succeed I almost lost my reflex My bare feet was burn That i almost lost my nerves My fingers are shaking as the Day start breaking I could a never keep it no longer I had to tell it to one another Chorus: You bum right here Some say i am nuts zooky crazy Want i to leave the music alone They say go and look work I and i are lazy But i think for a while and Say to my self It's a time for every style Chorus: I may not be a movie star I don't drive a big fancy car I can afford only a winchester cigar From the day i was born and Given life I and i a actor genius name it Genuine character |
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| 7. |
| 3:29 |
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| 8. |
| 5:01 |
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| 9. |
| 5:49 |
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| 10. |
| 3:45 |
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What a joy to hear the
Utterance of a rasta (repeat) Long long ago They use to say Rastafari going around Taking little children away But now time is at hand I and i know those Saying was wrong And that rasta let them Know their homeland And seek their culture What a joy to hear the Utterance from a rasta (repeat) I and i was granted To drink from the fountain of life I god will make i hold tight I and i knee will not Wobble i and i A v.i.p international And now they putting Rasta on the air Before that they used Live in fear What a joy to hear the Utterance of a rasta (repeat) There is a way that Seemeth right to man And yet in jah jah sight it wrong It's not what you do is How you do it It's not what you say But how you say it You going be shot with shit Go down in it What a joy to hear the Utterance from a rasta (repeat) |
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| 11. |
| 4:38 |
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| 12. |
| 4:22 |
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| 13. |
| 7:11 |
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| 14. |
| 3:52 |
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| 1. |
| 5:46 |
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| 2. |
| 5:04 |
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The youths of Eglinton
Won't put down their Remington The youth of Brixton They have their 45 Smith and Wesson pistol pistol The youth of Utica Avenue They just can't keep cool So much gun shot some cripple some turn fool They are responsible for a lot of children And they need food And they want to go to school I say the youth of Eglington Won't put down their Remington I say the youth of Kingston Won't leave their Magnum pistol pistol A very thin line to start the crime Who will be the first to volunteer You love you love your fuckery Get up and get yourself together You hear the words of Jah Jah coming from the hill top of Dabra Dabra Keep you strength The youth of Eglington Won't put down their Remington I say the youth of Brixton They put down their 45 Smith and Wesson pistol pistol Stop and listen They want you to fight the good fight But save you strength For strength of life The youths in Africa All a dem a thriller I say the youth of Eglington Won't put down their Remington The youth of Kingston Won't leave their Magnum pistol pistol Poor Jill she was a spill she got hit by a stray shot The youths of Eglington Won't put down their Remington The youths of Brixton They put down their 45 Smith and Wesson pistol pistol |
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| 3. |
| 3:50 |
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The youths of Eglinton
Won't put down their Remington The youth of Brixton They bave their 45 Smith and Wesson pistol pistol The youth of Utica Avenue They just can't keep cool So much gun shot some cripple some turn fool They are responsible for a lot of children And they need food And they want to go to school I say the youth of Eglington Won't put down their Remington I say the youth of Kingston Won't leave their Magnum pistol pistol A very thin line to start the crime Who will be the first to volunteer You love you love your fuckery Get up and get yourself together You hear the words of Jah Jah coming from the hill top of Dabra Dabra Keep you strength The youth of Eglington Won't put down their Remington I say the youth of Brixton They put down their 45 Smith and Wesson pistol pistol Stop and listen They want you to fight the good fight But save you strength For strength of life The youths in Africa All a dem a thriller I say the youth of Eglington Won't put down their Remington The youth of Kingston Won't leave their Magnum pistol pistol Poor Jill she was a spill she got hit by a stray shot The youths of Eglington Won't put down their Remington The youths of Brixton They put down their 45 Smith and Wesson pistol pistol |
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| 4. |
| 5:56 |
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| 5. |
| 5:20 |
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| 6. |
| 7:36 |
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| 7. |
| 6:55 |
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| 8. |
| 4:15 |
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Ev'rybody wants the same thing, don't they ?
Ev'rybody wants a happy end They wanna see the game on saturday They wanna be somebody's friend Ev'rybody wanna work for a living They wanna keep their children warm Ev'rybody wants to be forgiven They want a shelter from the storm Look at me, I ain't your enemy We walk on common ground We don't need to fight each other What we need, what we need Solidarity, Solidarty Nobody likes to ask for money Nobody likes to play the clown Nobody likes to wait in a long line Nobody likes being pushed around Ev'rybody want their family protected They wanna express themselves Ev'rybody want to live forever Look at me, I ain't your enemy Don't believe ev'rything you hear This is no time to fight each other What we need, what we need Solidarity, Solidarty... |
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| 9. |
| 3:50 |
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| 10. |
| 5:27 |
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| 11. |
| 5:26 |
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| 12. |
| 5:13 |
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| 13. |
| 5:13 |
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Puff she puff no bother puff
'pon Rasta Tough she tough no bother puff 'pon Rasta Puff she puff no bother puff 'pon Rasta Making love on hungry belly I couldn't cope too long With my bare long hands I am embarrassed most the time But it's not no crime Children crying day and night can't find mummy A puff she puff no bother puff 'pon Rasta she puff she puff She just a puff 'pon Rasta She say rude Tough she tough hard she hard A no soft she soft Puff she puff She just a puff 'pon Rasta Enough she 'nough you kinna 'nough 'pon Rasta Money I Can hardly find And white scrawl a bite Simple things are so serious In these time The things that you do and upset some day and regret Tough tough tough she tough A puff she puff No bother puff 'pon Rasta Puffy puff Claim she tough She just a puff she just a puff 'pon Rasta Many a times when I check my life style A been a living in another foot step of another man I no man man a failure She just a puff She just a puff 'pon Rasta She puffy puff She claims she tough she just a Chuck No bother chuck 'pon Rasta Man find himself doing all manner of evil I and I a ion's So no bother come gwaan bout you tough A nuff you nuff |
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| 14. |
| 5:33 |
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