I think you're sick...

I think you're goddamned sick to ras ...

I think you're weak...

I think you're goddamned weak to ras...!

Now wait a minute...

Left my carib river stage

Crossed the oceans to meet my ancestors

Hoping to find romance at last...

Here you come gestering for me...

Singing forever songs...

Went along that scheme

For I believe in truthness of speech

Got you off that crib you were

And sealed oath  'front of your family...

Made you cross colonial borders

Delt with huge immigration fees..

.Worked overtime

Ice cold 4:00 in the morning

Twice I did hold your hands delivering a child

And my faithfull loyalty received no reproach

On Higher Divine Ground

Where I climb to shout...

Now you come and split like a thief in the night

Carrying away these 2 children

 

So I wonder

What kind of manner is that

For the evil tongue of yours

To pest like a rat

And show your pestilence all around

 

I think you're sick...

I think you're goddamned sick to ras ...

I think you're weak...

I think you're goddamned weak to ras...!

 

I said...my faithfull loyalty received no reproach

On Higher Divine Ground

Where I climb to shout...

....'(Can you say it again...?)

 

That kind of sissi rap

You go do in the House of Police

Won't you come ....up here ...

And do it in the House of Dreads...

That kind of sissi rap

You go do in the House of Police

Please  come ....up here ...

And do it in the House of Dreads...

 

Some of them women today

They fear top stand tall

They fake and often change face

Some of the women today they fear to bow the Earth

And they fake God in a transe

Some of the women today they fear to bow the sky

But they fake God in a transe

 

Let me tell you Diablesse Wickeeda...

You're only fooling yourself

You're only mocking yourself

For when comes the Mighty whip of all whips

How many of you still declare war to Mirror Truth

For when comes the Mighty whip of all whips

How many of you still say "Hell!" to Mirror Truth

When comes the Mighty Light of all Lights

How many of you still mispay and neglect Brother broom...?

 

LE BIEN DE LA TERRE RESTE A LA TERRE

The wealth of the earth always remain to the earth

LES MAINS QUI EDIFIENT ET PROTEGENT LE TERROIR SONT BENIES

Blessed are The hands who build and protect the soil

AINSI VOGUE LE PATRIMOINE

So trods patrimony..

Trésor Immaculé des Ancêtres...

Immaculate treasure of Ancestors

                                                                OMEN...

                                   .....ET DAMBALA WEDO...!