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What you know about that fallin, fallin Babylon this so called great dead, wait, Dread bout to update the death rate in one take, Make no mistake we the real deala, The radical natural born wig-splitter. Gonna getcha, with the style that make your soul holla. More drama, though when droppin the sure-shot, I rock it steady, be ready till the track is diminished And when the die goes belly up consider it finished Sounds like it's Jah to me, Sounds like it's Jah to me, The sum of everything, yeah Close your eyes so you can see Peace, Love, and Harmony Sounds like it's Jah to me, yeah |
We keep on movin like don't stop, let it go, soul to soul Dread at the controls, tag em up and label em John Doe. The raw flow, We built the new style empire. Blazin my choir, like that 4th man on fire. This guns for hire, take the vow of the Nazarenes. Then come clean, They're crazy bald heads don'tcha mean. Wickedness fill the sky on the death blow. Carve the name across your chest, Incase the dog catcher wants to know Sounds like it's Jah to me, Sounds like it's Jah to me, The sum of everything, yeah Close your eyes so you can see Peace, Love, and Harmony Sounds like it's Jah to me, yeah |
It's gotta be Jah It's gotta be Jah, Jah, Jah Jah, Jah, Jah Jah! Jah! Jah! Jah! Sounds like it's Jah to me, Sounds like it's Jah to me, The sum of everything, yeah Close your eyes so you can see Peace, Love, and Harmony Sounds like it's Jah to me, yeah What could it be, Jah What could it be, Jah |
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