Vibrations

Woah, woah, yeah

Oh, woah, ye-yeah

Oh, woah, woah, yeah

(Woah, woah, yeah)

Rasta man we a no weak heart

We a look in a we self and we a pree smart

When it come to Babylon them is a-

Now time get wicked and real hard

When you look in a yourself and you no see God

And your pants them a drop, and you lean hard

'Bout ten dozen 'matic in a three yard

And you mother still a bawl, granny plea Lord (Oh, Lord)

Never have a cent in a pocket

But, a ends you a lock it

You a send fi a gun and you a send fi a ratchet

Send fi a Bible and me a send fi a prophet

Whеn it come to the truth, beg mе a knock it

The pastor bawl out, send me a jacket

When you look inna account, you fi check fi deposit

And the little ghetto youth them a empty the 'matic

MP them a tell me say it tragic

What you do is coming right back to you, I tell you

What you do is coming right back to you, woah

What you do is coming right back to you, I tell you

What you do is coming right back to you, woah

What me'd a do, me no proud

We shubbing bullets around

'Matic a push in a town

Drive-by 'til the car in a one bush in a now

Losing a lot, but dawg, a karma when you looking around

Look what the investment do me yah now

Mommy, me need your prayer

Them stick yah no beat in a Hyatt

Ask Caesar, me nah seize fire

And the truth can't keep me quiet

And my hands them full and still a bring trials

'Nough obstacles and man stay solid like top a the pliers

'Maru deh yah like David, would never too wackaz the giant

Tell everybody 'pon the corner

Say no follow the badness if you frighten fi see karma

A who a burn the rat go turn informer

Stranger in a the war yah

Make me give you the drama

The same gun weh you buy and 'pon your own it go fire at the dawg with desire

And it hard fi retire

'Cause we in too deep

A the least fi we chop a beast

A no Japanese

In a streets weh the Glock a breeze, man a drop a knees

Yow, please sell the proper trees

Poppy drop a lease

We a preach fi the African Minneapolis

We a sting, something like a bees

Or a grabba leaf

Beat, me see shot a squeeze when me drop a East

Haile Selassie, a no never Socrates

Oh

What you do is coming right back to you, I tell you

What you do is coming right back to you, yow

What you do is coming right back to you, I tell you

What you do is coming right back to you, woah

Yeah

Careful a the tree you planting

Watch how you a shoot 'cause you will dead like plantain

Where's the love? Imeru, them asking

Karma make 'nough youth dead a rattid

If you believe in a friend killing, no linger

Don't boast 'bout you put no rifle 'pon no window

'Meru will catch the boy and fire like cyclinder

God no go catch him, him all a scream out like a Linda

Wah the sense fi people living if them heart don't clean?

Love in the chalice we a steam

No better than the ghetto youth because you live 'pon scheme

Me tell yuh, Imeru say fi go live that dream

Ask Beres, without no vision them perish

Yeah, ask Beres, without no vision them perish

This a no weak heart

Me a look in a me self and me a pree smart

When it come to Babylon them is a weak heart

Now time get wicked and real hard

When you look in a yourself and you no see God

And your pants them a drop, and you lean hard

'Bout ten dozen 'matic in a three yard

And you mother still a bawl, bawl, bawl, yeah

What you do is coming right back to you, I tell you

What you do is coming right back to you, woah

What you do is coming right back to you, I tell you

What you do is coming right back to you, yow