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Intro:
Me just wanna say hail to Haile Selassie
His own devine majesty
Emperor Haile Selassie I the first...
Babylon you see, when those youths come about
You know it's just redder fire
Yeh man we send enough stories to Babylon
Prime Minister give us repatriation
Remember this

Chorus:
Nothing inna Babylon nah work
Watch the inequity have to get up and splurt
Not even a wicked man can serve
Rome catch a fire cause deh Vatican thirst
Nothing inna Babylon caan work
Things get lock off and them a dead fi pure thirst
Not even a wicked man can serve
Yow, desolation to the earth

Verse 1:
Well nuh bother tell me bout mi nuh fi vanky
Babylon gu hush up your mouth you're too cranky
John Pope mi no know, no uncle nor aunty
Everything fi Babylon Sizzla deh vanky
Well from you rude mamma sey she deh go spanky
Brain them a use bout a Christ ride the donkey
Who them a fool bout sey black man a monkey
Black man, black woman a the first monarchy
Babylon dry, them a beg Rasta dampy
Weed and a cry words of I them never want it
African soil fertile ligh high sensi
Yow, well Babylon them listen calamity
Yuh city

Chorus

Verse 2:
So mi go hail Emperor Selassie I him a the first
This a one a Babylone home work
Protect the ghetto child, nuh badder move too fancy
From them a cry then how wi fi like, eh
You think a now Babylon them a spite we
Hand me the matches make Sizzla go light , eh
Black people so much them nuh got no capacity
Try get up, go tell PJ a prophecy
Babylon a cover Queen Elizabeth nasty, Babylon presumptuous
What an audacity
I nuh come yah so fi sing no Babylon story
I come fi turn the shame into glory
Old Pharaoh, me sey that you nuh know me
Remember that a King Solomon grow we

Chorus

Verse 3:
A judgement inna Babylon, them thirst
Yow, a judgement with a... yow !
See it from afar, sey the whole a them crazy
When a black people time
Them think a no blacka days, eh
Nothing ? Well Babylon not could never strike me
Emperor Selassie I is the Almighty
From you see me chalice
Well me nah go pass, eh
Babylon, a malice, a just through them greedy
Bun weed
I come fi weed, eh
Yow, ah life black people needy
Nuh watch, eh

Chorus