Lyrics
Me tell you 'bout the 'ting
Come sit 'round the fire
Me tell you where we come from
Me tell you the story

Some men wanna live like a banker
Fill up the ship then pull up the anchor
Pay the mandem to run come and take ya
Raas clot chain in a brain wash nature
Joggin' in y'all clothes to the tailor
Drop leg to the rhythm of the maker
Mash up the bowl to the fussy hole sailor
No rain'll fall 'pon Babylon acre
Zinc fence but me mind is a mansion
They must suffer, I will still have a bashment
Hit me with a cross but I'm still here dancin'
Everything coco curry like a champion
In a jam, but the man, him a jammin'
Original you should come follow fashion
Me already don' seen what the future hold
Enough gold for the dark arts and the chasms
So big up your chest
Like a skin teet in a bad man wagon
No fear me a duppy assassin
Make a wish me a dutchie Aladdin
What them eyes desire for the earth strong
Give thanks to the first gong
Demand word like a bird song
I myself a word pun
Me gon tell ya bout the nation
Gravelicious men in them wicked navigations
Round of the slaves and stuff them in arrangement
We the children of the first generation

Fire burn (atat tat tat tat)
Babylon (atat tat tat tat)
Real mama (tat tat tat tat)
Some follow (atat tat tat tat)
Fire burn (atat tat tat tat)
Babylon (atat tat tat tat)
Don't praise (atat tat tat tat)
Jah bless (tat tat tat tat)

All I got is gold, gold and memories
When I think about what you meant to me
All I got is gold, gold and memories
When I think about what you did to me
When I think about
When I think about
When I think about
When I think about
When I think about
Respect

Mandem come down from England
Anyone comes for your kingdom
Say 'em got enough Manilla for the yute
And the gal and the man would you bring some?
Tallawah and bashy, yuh sight me?
Say him don't want the likkle or the feisty
Sayin' got enough liquor for the trip
Now don't worry about a thing everyone irie
Fuckery, mi nah wan' fi do it
And the samfie man wan mi fi trade pickney
For a quattie, baldhead must think me foolish
Me put a cutlass in this nuisance
Bwoy, wake up from your dream
To the smell and the sound and the screams
And the panic of a captain and a crew who don't know
What to do once the ship comes apart at the seams
Got 'em, shit gets pulled to the bottom
By a group of men and women holdin' ropes
With large hooks on the ends specifically designed for cathin' boats
Crew in disbelief as they choke
The weight of the chains on the slaves
Pullin' down on what they think of they graves
Afraid as they sink from the surface of the sea
'Til a soft voice in the water tells them breath

Fire burn
Fire burn (atat tat tat tat)
Babylon (atat tat tat tat)
Real mama (tat tat tat tat)
Some follow (atat tat tat tat)
Fire burn (atat tat tat tat)
Babylon (atat tat tat tat)
Don't praise (atat tat tat tat)
Jah bless (tat tat tat tat)

All I got is gold, gold and memories
When I think about what you meant to me
All I got is gold, gold and memories
When I think about what you did to me

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Wasalu Muhammad Jaco




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