Majesty!
Yeah man, I turn
Uncute
Come on, come on, come on
Burn it
Burn it
Tell you what a woe
When the Rasta man dem come together like the torch
And the wicked catch a fire
Tell you what a woe
When the ghetto youth dem try fi better
And the system try fi turn dem inna shatter
Tell you what a woe
One Babylon highly celestial rain down
Lightning and thunder