NiyoRah - Angry Mother Nature

Woe oh oh.. ah me seh ghetto youths, hold on.
Hurricanes and earthquakes it a go mash up Babylon.
No oh oh.. we nah deal with no matches,
The heat of the sun and volcanoes will burn them to ashes.

Dem bawl out screaming: "The wind ah blow hard!",
It's blowing because of idols and fake gods.
Category three, four category five,
Now you see, the real God is alive.
Hurricanes take the trail of slave ships,
We can't forget those murderous trips.
Jah come fi crush those thirteen colonies,
And trample buildings in those pagan cities.
Nothing can be done, when Almighty vex,
The power of nature is very complex.
As a ghetto youth one thing I did learn,
The cities of Babylon will burn, now, now.

Woe oh oh.. ah me seh ghetto youths, hold on.
Hurricanes and earthquakes it a go mash up Babylon.
Do you hear what I say?
No no no.. we nah deal with no matches,
The heat of the sun and volcanoes will burn them to ashes.

Listen up!
Once them thought that their machine fail,
It was an earthquake burst dem Richter scale.
Suprise, surprise the people went bezzerk,
Wicked heart Satan is a cold heart jerk.
In the house of Babylon the houses got smashed.
What you gonna do now when nature back lash?
Jump in a your limo try your best to splurt,
Five seconds flat you will be covered in the dirt.
This is not a bluff, if you think you tough,
The ultimate rough, Jah is the real stuff.
Wicked try fi move now in a group or in a flock,
Well, try move under ten ton a rock, you stuck!

Woe oh oh.. ah me seh ghetto youths, hold on.
Hurricanes and earthquakes it a go mash up Babylon.
Do you hear what I say?
No oh oh.. we nah deal with no matches,
The heat of the sun and volcanoes will burn them to ashes.

Ha!
Lava ah flow from the mountain top,
Town and country get wipe of the map.
Nature is one thing that cannot be stopped,
Babylon cities bound to get drop.
Jah fire is hotter than popcorn ah pop.
If you love the most High everyone clap.
If you love Satan you need a hard slap.
The heat of the sun burns the vampire's back.
Dem bawl out screaming: "Heat wave, heat wave!",
That's what you get for beating the slaves.
Wicked people complaining, complaining,
Nature reacting to all the blood staining.
Righteousness, is the top choice,
Babylon ah run, when dem hear Rasta voice.
The heat, is it sweet, it will burn your feet,
with your negative conception and your pig's meat.
You look up to the sky, what does it do your eye,
NiyoRah, live, love of Selassie I.
His spirit endureth and he cannot die,
One love me give to Rastafari.

Woe oh oh.. ah me seh ghetto youths, hold on.
Hurricanes and earthquakes it a go mash up Babylon.
Do you hear me out?
No oh oh.. we nah deal with no matches,
The heat of the sun and volcanoes will burn them to ashes.

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