No way.Go down.Yes, the block race, me know the more freedom is.Some way, all of my interests, God, they make me manage.Never lose faith, we work, build with no courage.The central things, you know life is in short streets.Tell them so fine, I know God says so right.It, Babylon says, give me toughie down, the toughie down.Saddam man come, I go, I go down.God create his moon and his sun.So, Israelite when we come,the tongue, the pain, the justice, the language, I come.Again, yep.Babylon says, give me toughie down, the toughie down.Saddam man come, I go, I go down.God create his moon and his sun.So, Africans, why me?And if they jump, jump up, I'll let you stand down.Israelite, peace and love them, they sit there waiting.One of the warring, crime and hatred.Give me the big gun, associated.Killing people, not appreciated.Juvenility, making us perverted.All the young them, who check up on the world, look naked.Metro got them, them people said they metrated.Inna the kingdom of Jah, those things don't accept it.I am on a mission by the Lord, I'm appointed.I'm sure I am one of the Lord of 90.The Lord loves us weak, like herb and spices.Pull me with joy, me feel excited.Over the years we have been exploited.Now them think we are under economical crisis.I've been to places and see strange faces.And communicate with all kind of races.Full point for the change is missing, yes.Babylon says, give me toughie down, the toughie down.Saddam man come, I go, I go down.God create his moon and his sun.So his will I bring me down.Go jump between the chairs and the line by your tongue.Again, well, Babylon says, give me toughie down, the toughie down.Saddam man come, I go, I go down.God create his moon and his sun.So his will I bring me down.Them get a drum, John Pope, all them go stomp down.Me say, long, long.Them have us on the chain and bandage.With them, world war can flick and mistreat.It's like them see the fluid and it's like the matches.Through the morning, God will figure it out.We ain't no fascists.We ain't no rush of dictation.Now we mind, them won't be damaged.Damn it, I've never been told.The morning teach me a bit.But me come to increase me street side knowledge.And slave block people, them lead me like a savage.Oh, yes, the block race, me know them won't be damaged.Somewhere all of my roots, they got me make me manage.Never lose faith, we were built with no courage.The central things, we know life isn't chartreuse.Tell them to find a new cartridge, so rotted.Babylon says, give me toughie down, the toughie down.Saddam man come, I go, I go, I go down.God create his moon and his sun.So brothers come and complete me.Come go drop the drip and go all them this trap down.And then here, Babylon says give me toughie down the toughie down.Saddam man come I go, I go, I go down.