Midnite - Urt
The same one who donate, detonate ironically
On dis ya place called earth
In all her splendour and her glory
Don't really business what the political oratory
What do their deeds be? That is what concern we primary
Inquisition like a checkpoint into a country
Non-stop constant with them observation
On from out the periphery all are we
The pretentious paranoia insecurity
paranoia of the drums and the machete
And that turn out to be shake downs indiscriminately
Shot a fya and not even a chart them finite geometry
And it was a mushroom cloud above the irony
The same one who donate, detonate ironically
On dis ya place called earth
In all her splendour and her glory
Don't really business what the political oratory
What do their deeds be? That is what concern we primary
Labour and leprosy, earth water rights in question
Ejaculation of a simulate run instead of a life come
And it is the battle for life and genocidal war for the high ground
56th parallel look out for them just watch out as them come down
Well it is the son of a gun, the escalade cowboy's son
Earth man already inna space, ganja bun down
Same number of lives in perpetual existence
Some murder, fabrication, overpopulation
Your forest fire and tornado cost you billions
And that's the summer, so run go rebuild before winter comes
It was a mushroom cloud above the irony
The same one who donate, detonate ironically
On dis ya place called earth
In all her splendour and her glory
Don't really business what the political oratory
What do their deeds be? That is what concern we primary
Rastaman say, "Stand firm upon the land, son."
Haile Selassie I Melchizedek I Majesty
The Jah country of mercy
Billions of man power socially
Social life must commune
Capital a money, capitol punish innocently, yeah
Sing, it was a mushroom cloud above the irony
The same one who donate, detonate ironically
On dis ya place called earth
In all her splendour and her glory
Don't really business what the political oratory
What do their deeds be? That is what concern we primary
Well it is the son of a gun, the escalade cowboy's son
Earth man already inna space, ganja bun down
Same number of lives in perpetual existence
Some murder, fabrication, overpopulation
Your forest fire and tornado cost you billions
And that's the summer, so run go rebuild before winter comes
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