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Say Jah Jah deh deh |
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No matter wha' dem a say |
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Jah deh deh, |
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Yes him deh deh, no matter wha' dem a say |
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Jah deh deh, |
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Well again again |
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Ooh na na na na na na na |
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Tell me is it dem or is it me. |
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Is it the bird wha' deh ina di tree |
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Is it the fish wha' swim ina di sea, |
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Is it the willow wha' carry birds and bees. |
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No it's none of dem deh things indeed, |
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It's rather fi dem Babylon technology. |
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Ah rather dem sky scrapers and fi dem streets |
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Ah the nerve centres of fi dem cities, |
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Where mind-slaves ah run tings fi we |
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But Patrice Lumumba na go rest in peace, |
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Steven Biko na go rest in peace, |
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Kwame Nkrumah na go rest in peace, |
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Marcus Garvey na go rest in peace, |
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Malcolm X 'im na go rest in peace |
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Mahatma Gandhi na go rest in peace |
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Burying their bodies was like burying seeds |
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Ina fi we babies I can see dem creep, |
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Ina fi we mothers I can hear them weep |
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Out of the mouths of the sufferers I can hear them scream. |
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Hear dem scream! |
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Chorus |
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Say Jah Jah deh deh |
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No matter wha' dem a say |
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Jah deh deh, |
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Yes I'm deh deh, no matter wha' dem a say |
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Jah deh deh, |
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Well again again |
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Ooh na na na na na na na |
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The things wha' you a own end up owning you, |
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The things wha' you a clone end up cloning you. |
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The things wha' you a show end up showing in you |
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Any time you a fling a stone it end up hitting you. |
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The things wha' you possess end up possessing you |
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You claim seh you a progress |
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But you na progress fi true. |
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You claim seh you are so blessed |
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But you are cursed fi true, |
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Cos what comes first, last in you |
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Chorus |
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Say Jah Jah deh deh |
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No matter wha' dem a say |
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Jah deh deh, |
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Yes him deh deh, no matter wha' dem a say |
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Jah deh deh, |
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Tell me is it dem or is it me. |
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Is it the bird wha' deh ina di tree |
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Is it the fish wha' swim ina di sea, |
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Is it the willow wha' carry birds and bees. |
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No it's none of dem deh things indeed, |
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It's rather fi dem Babylon technology. |
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Ah rather dem sky scrapers and fi dem streets |
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Ah the nerve centres of fi dem cities, |
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Where mind-slaves ah run tings fi we |
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But Patrice Lumumba na go rest in peace, |
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Steven Biko na go rest in peace, |
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Kwame Nkrumah na go rest in peace |