| What you know about that fallin, fallin
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| Babylon this so called great dead, wait,
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| Dread bout to update the death rate in one take,
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| Make no mistake we the real deala,
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| The radical natural born wig-splitter.
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| Gonna getcha, with the style that make your soul holla.
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| More drama, though when droppin the sure-shot,
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| I rock it steady, be ready till the track is diminished
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| And when the die goes belly up consider it finished
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| Sounds like it’s Jah to me,
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| Sounds like it’s Jah to me,
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| The sum of everything, yeah
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| Close your eyes so you can see
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| Peace, Love, and Harmony
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| Sounds like it’s Jah to me, yeah
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| We keep on movin like don’t stop, let it go, soul to soul
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| Dread at the controls, tag em up and label em John Doe.
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| The raw flow, We built the new style empire.
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| Blazin my choir, like that 4th man on fire.
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| This guns for hire, take the vow of the Nazarenes.
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| Then come clean, They’re crazy bald heads don’tcha mean.
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| Wickedness fill the sky on the death blow.
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| Carve the name across your chest,
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| Incase the dog catcher wants to know
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| Sounds like it’s Jah to me,
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| Sounds like it’s Jah to me,
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| The sum of everything, yeah
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| Close your eyes so you can see
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| Peace, Love, and Harmony
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| Sounds like it’s Jah to me, yeah
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| It’s gotta be Jah
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| It’s gotta be Jah, Jah, Jah
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| Jah, Jah, Jah
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| Jah! |
| Jah! |
| Jah! |
| Jah!
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| Sounds like it’s Jah to me,
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| Sounds like it’s Jah to me,
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| The sum of everything, yeah
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| Close your eyes so you can see
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| Peace, Love, and Harmony
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| Sounds like it’s Jah to me, yeah
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| What could it be, Jah
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| What could it be, Jah |