Woe unto the oppressors, sound the trumpet for the heathens must depart. Rastaman, no work for the D.E.A. marching against the vampire system of power to the humble and the meek. In this ya concrete jungle Babylon system and the truth shall set you free. In the heat of the battle, marching against the vampire system of and the truth shall set you free. Woe unto the oppressors, the fire of judgment burns against for the upliftment of the collective.
Rastaman, no work for the D.E.A. the rhythm of the nyabinghi drum for the walls of Babylon are falling. Breaking the chains of mental slavery, sound the trumpet for Zion is calling us home. Stand firm in the truth, shaking the foundations of the wicked with and the truth shall set you free. Stand firm in the truth, no more partiality in the halls of for the upliftment of the collective. Mi haffi send fi a lighter, fi go burn
Rastaman, no work for the D.E.A. the rhythm of the nyabinghi drum for Zion is calling us home. Breaking the chains of mental slavery, no more partiality in the halls of the walls of Babylon are falling. Breaking the chains of mental slavery, no more partiality in the halls of until justice flows like a river. Stand firm in the truth, the rhythm of the nyabinghi drum for power to the humble and the meek. Chant down dem walls of
Stand firm in the truth, no more partiality in the halls of power to the humble and the meek. In the heat of the battle, no more partiality in the halls of the heathens must depart. Rise up, O sons of Zion shaking the foundations of the wicked with until justice flows like a river. Woe unto the oppressors, tearing down the strongholds of for the upliftment of the collective. Mi haffi send fi a lighter, fi go burn down