Ras Karbi - Rascal
Forward down a river bed
With the herbs and the Bible
We go sing sweet songs of praise to Jah
And dip inna the ital water
While I was praying, praying to I Father
Somebody stole the bag a ganja away
Not every man beat drum, praise Jah
Not every man with locks is a Rasta
Who is Mister thieving dreadlock
You better put back the bag a ganja
You say fi
Hold dem, Jah Jah, hold dem
Flash lightning and bun dem
Roll thunder and quack dem
Wet dem with the rain, me no call no name
A so dem go a road and gwaan with wrongs
And bring bad name 'pon Rasta
Next thing you hear dem, rob a man
Next thing you see it 'pon television
And every radio station
Mix dem up with innocent Rastaman
But, the public know dem a hooligan
So, same last night, I coming from work
Like any other working Rastaman
See one inna the dark, with him ital talk
"Hail Dread, wha' happen I-ah?"
Send fi touch we, Jah Jah burn you with fire
(..)
Not every man beat drum, praise Jah
Not every man with locks is a Rasta
Whooy ooy, Mister thieving dreadlock
You better put back me bag a ganja
You say fi
Hold dem, Jah Jah, hold dem
Flash lightning and bun dem
Roll thunder and quack dem
Wet dem with the rain, me no call no name
A so dem go a road and gwaan with wrongs
And bring bad name 'pon Rasta
Next thing you hear dem, rob a man
Next thing you see it 'pon television
And every radio station
Mix dem up with innocent Rastaman
But, a true dem no know dem a hooligan
Whooy ooy, Mister thieving dreadlock
You brining bad name 'pon Rasta
Whooy ooy
Whooy ooy, Mister thieving dreadlock
You just a bring bad name 'pon Rasta
Whooy ooy, Mister thieving dreadlock
Whooy ooy, Mister thieving dreadlock
If you touch me, Jah Jah burn you with fire
With your, "Hail Dread, wha' happening I-ah?"
Whooy ooy
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