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