[00:00.00] 作词 : -
[00:01.00] 作曲 : -
[00:41.73]I bring you tents and girth to this homegrown range
[00:44.64]Bona fide what you hear, tis the sound of pain
[00:47.52]But pain leads to gain so we dare not stagnate
[00:50.10]We elevate to that next state, motion divine
[00:53.19]Glisten like crystal ball and stand tall
[00:55.71]With this knowledge and overstanding
[00:58.11]Enterprise landing, bringing dem new brands of buff
[01:01.41]Yes, we come proper with potency
[01:04.08]Ain't no blood in my body, it's liquid soul in my vein
[01:07.17]I dance on a thin line of sane and deranged
[01:09.66]And it's all criss once I get neatly in the cipher
[01:12.42]Chat like pickney to the piper that pied
[01:15.15]As this natural mystic blows through the air
[01:17.97]These lessons of life become crystal clear
[01:20.73]Precision of my vision is ital
[01:22.86]Separating sharks from the blessed is vital
[01:25.86]Now I can smell a rat coming from a mile round the corner
[01:29.31]One time I bored ya, twice you can't couf
[01:31.74]No, we won't stop rebuke thee
[01:33.57]You satanics, you fools can't recruit me
[01:36.51]Not now while there's
[01:37.68](Chorus)
[01:37.83]Movements fi make, typhoons grew
[01:40.20]Strong and cold-sheist them a still coast through
[01:42.96]Movements fi make, typhoons grew
[01:45.69]Strong and cold-sheist them a still coast through
[01:48.27]Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right
[02:10.17]I'll slap the bacon out your mouth, dance upon your sarnie
[02:13.44]Rolling with Jah bredren dem, God-blessed army
[02:15.96]How the hell you gon stop this tide from steady coming
[02:18.96]Run and catch in tune with the elements
[02:21.42]At speed we proceed, traction for action
[02:24.57]Hot 125, government goons get dashed to the side
[02:28.71]Too big to slide now, though they try to disguise
[02:32.01]I can still recognize devilworks when I see it
[02:34.92]Weakheart disciples keep weakheart friends
[02:37.62]Always had a hate for what their weakhearts defend
[02:40.38]They fiend for that crack, ain't no one to tax
[02:43.08]We might run home and smoke a brown bag of seed
[02:45.99]Best believe that these times is treacherous
[02:49.17]And I know not how else I'm supposed to act
[02:51.72]But stand close to culture roots-fi
[02:54.30]See me getting deft with that two-step shuffle
[02:57.09]Haggling others who for the cause
[02:59.10]Reigning with that roots type terror
[03:01.23]Freaking at your weakhearty era but
[03:03.21]We build, move and prove that we don't suffer fools
[03:14.91](Chorus 2x)

作词 : -
作曲 : -
I bring you tents and girth to this homegrown range
Bona fide what you hear, tis the sound of pain
But pain leads to gain so we dare not stagnate
We elevate to that next state, motion divine
Glisten like crystal ball and stand tall
With this knowledge and overstanding
Enterprise landing, bringing dem new brands of buff
Yes, we come proper with potency
Ain't no blood in my body, it's liquid soul in my vein
I dance on a thin line of sane and deranged
And it's all criss once I get neatly in the cipher
Chat like pickney to the piper that pied
As this natural mystic blows through the air
These lessons of life become crystal clear
Precision of my vision is ital
Separating sharks from the blessed is vital
Now I can smell a rat coming from a mile round the corner
One time I bored ya, twice you can't couf
No, we won't stop rebuke thee
You satanics, you fools can't recruit me
Not now while there's
(Chorus)
Movements fi make, typhoons grew
Strong and cold-sheist them a still coast through
Movements fi make, typhoons grew
Strong and cold-sheist them a still coast through
Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right
I'll slap the bacon out your mouth, dance upon your sarnie
Rolling with Jah bredren dem, God-blessed army
How the hell you gon stop this tide from steady coming
Run and catch in tune with the elements
At speed we proceed, traction for action
Hot 125, government goons get dashed to the side
Too big to slide now, though they try to disguise
I can still recognize devilworks when I see it
Weakheart disciples keep weakheart friends
Always had a hate for what their weakhearts defend
They fiend for that crack, ain't no one to tax
We might run home and smoke a brown bag of seed
Best believe that these times is treacherous
And I know not how else I'm supposed to act
But stand close to culture roots-fi
See me getting deft with that two-step shuffle
Haggling others who for the cause
Reigning with that roots type terror
Freaking at your weakhearty era but
We build, move and prove that we don't suffer fools
(Chorus 2x)