Now the race is not for the swift,
only who can endure it.
Only the fittest of the fittest shall survive.
And when you start to survive, just keep on,
keep yourself alive.
Say it, say last say I know.
Sometimes the road gets too rough
and you can't stand the pace.
Can't keep up with the leaders,
so get out of the race.
Though you try and try so hard,
failure is your just reward.
There is a lesson you must learn.
Play with fire, you must get burned.
The going is rough, it's gonna get tougher.
The going is tough, it's gonna get tougher.
So if you're worrying down,
it's time to get out and stop running the mouth.
They say don't kill no business in a champion race.
Three days you'll be a confirmation of the place where they set it.
No boy can't take it.
Say who can't take it, better go on and lift it.
Then the older them say we can't show them ticket.
Then the rest of them gon' go empty the bucket.
What?
No, your face.
No bother try to choke it.
If you try to choke it,
you must kick the bucket.
Everyday another imposter,
one come take away the place.
And everywhere we go,
there's another one,
one come pointing out with fierce.
Though they try to get us out,
we've got no fear and we've got no doubt.
We've got the talent and we've got the skill.
We know the way and we've got the will.
The going is rough, it's gonna get rougher.
The going is tough, it's gonna get tougher.
And if a boy try to think he make mic butter,
no choice but to buy me looks and no choice but to buy me colour.
There's no country round pon the microphone centre.
Mumma dance and that's us, roots and culture.
D-D-D-D-DJ go and get on over.
Listen, ragga muffin jam up every corner.
Your checks away simple, checks away simple.
Cause we no stay upon corner and either.
Your checks away simple, checks away simple.
You want come take away we tighten.
The going is rough, it's gonna get rougher.
The going is tough, it's gonna get tougher.
With you wearing down, it's time to get out.
And stop running the mouth.
Hey!
They say donkey no business in a champion race.
Three the yard,
we come from mash up the place when we set it.
No boy can't take it.
Say who can't take it?
Better go on and lift it.
Tell the older them say we control them picket.
Till the rest of them gone go into the bucket.
Wapping up your face.
No bother try choke it.
If you try choke it, you must kick the bucket.
Sometimes the road gets too rough and you can't stand the pace.
Can't keep up with the leaders,
so get out of the race.
Though you try and try so hard,
failure is your just reward.
There is a lesson you must learn.
Play with fire, you will get burned.
If a boy want to kick him, have to come harder.
Won't take it,
cut the cock,
cut it,
run the border.
You declare war, but we not take no prisoner.
You start the fight, so we going carry further.
You too bright and you too out of order.
If you want talk, so we must turn you over.
This a cut the ramp and the microphone center.
When the commanders they come fit and fit in a culture.
So don't come in here and start pretty, Jah Jah.
Jah Jah give me strength and make me live longer.
And the weak heart them go down and shiver.
This a cut the ramp and the microphone center.
Buckets too crayfish down a the river.
Put a me potty full a hot water.
Fling in some yam and some Irish potato.
Some carrot, turnip and even guava.