I grab my jacket and a packet and I head out the door. The sun it is ah-shining and I want to explore, so I take a little trip to an out of town club. Bill up a little spliff and then we rock into the dub. "Boom Boom!" goes the bass, "Pap Pap" goes the drum! The vocal come around like an instruction. No man can resist the primitive call. Babylon ah never put our backs against the wall. Up against the wall, up against the wall. Ah Babylon they wanna see ah man ah fall! Up against the wall, up against the wall. What babylon don't know they make we masses stand tall.
(CHORUS) Out where the Raggaman go, is where the sun shine and wind blow. And when he look down low, he sees the Ragga crowd checking his flow. (x2)
(VERSE 2) Well we get pure idiots round that wanna test our sound, go on like they're the don, but are bound to mess around. So when the fire come rain down, I leave them (all of the soundboy) drowned. Cos the music from Jamaica all the love that I have found so how now? The Skints we ah go tell it so profound. You call it a soundclash I call it burial ground, and summa them want to drag man down, but if you mana just walk around. I just draw for the microphone, and I lyrically stub man out like
Zoobadeh! Zoobadeh! Ziggidiggidiggidiggi Doobadeh!
Zoobadeh! Zoobadeh! Ziggidiggidiggidiggi Doobadeh!
And yes I may like reggae but I know where I'm from, my team was Babylon born inna east London.
(CHORUS)
Raggaman say go! Hoping that life fi hand out good times and good shows. And I and I made it through heavy rain and thick snow. So where is it you go? With rub-a-dub-a-dub and all our troubles are on hold? He tell me ten times.
What a society! We don't like negativity! You want fi stand up tall! Don't fall! Even if you're up against the wall!
(CHORUS)
(CHORUS) Out where the Raggaman go, is where the sun shine and wind blow. And when he look down low, he sees the Ragga crowd checking his flow. (x2)
(VERSE 2) Well we get pure idiots round that wanna test our sound, go on like they're the don, but are bound to mess around. So when the fire come rain down, I leave them (all of the soundboy) drowned. Cos the music from Jamaica all the love that I have found so how now? The Skints we ah go tell it so profound. You call it a soundclash I call it burial ground, and summa them want to drag man down, but if you mana just walk around. I just draw for the microphone, and I lyrically stub man out like
Zoobadeh! Zoobadeh! Ziggidiggidiggidiggi Doobadeh!
Zoobadeh! Zoobadeh! Ziggidiggidiggidiggi Doobadeh!
And yes I may like reggae but I know where I'm from, my team was Babylon born inna east London.
(CHORUS)
Raggaman say go! Hoping that life fi hand out good times and good shows. And I and I made it through heavy rain and thick snow. So where is it you go? With rub-a-dub-a-dub and all our troubles are on hold? He tell me ten times.
What a society! We don't like negativity! You want fi stand up tall! Don't fall! Even if you're up against the wall!
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