A your youth you know! Wew!
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[Chorus]
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For the master has come back
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Gong the originally
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Run for the grand finale mi inna mi Clarky-Wally
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For the master has come back
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Man! I do it regularly through every hill and valley
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It's normal for me now
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For the master has come back
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It's Mr. Warm and Easy
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She coulda never leave me
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Somebody please believe me
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For the master has come back
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I'm mad wit it
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[Verse 1]
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BOOM!
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We learn from the old school
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When strictly thugs used to run it
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When one wheel wheely was the move
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Long before Bogle start dance and still deh pon paper money
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Police ah lock up man fi dem shoes
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That simply mean the station full up a bear Clark boot and Bally
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From England whe' spankin' new
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Before man start to mek flex
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When dem used to mek dally
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And speak of the rights and truth
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If unno starvin' fi di brain food Man have it fi feed you like porridge
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Weh rich inna dreadnut juice
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Cause nuff a wah dem learn in university and college
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It water down and dilute
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I tell you street smarts wi carry you through life like a carriage
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From a survival point of view
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And if what you seek is the truth
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And to increase knowledge
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Now you surely can't lose...Why?
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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The return of the dread I when I get back the entire Empire will start to strike back
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Well a bare army green full up mi flight pack
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Some red eye guy a wonder which bank we hijack
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And a we the voluptuous girls a smile at
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Any bwoy nuh like dat, him gone pon ice box
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We can be dangerous like how the night black
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We will dip and come up, select and slide back
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And say she loves my culture, herbs and locks
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Silkly smooth way of I flow
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My words and my tracks
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She's hoping we can spend a night at
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Somewhere that's warm and cozy...why not
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She's been wanting me since my Karl Kani drop
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And she needs the substance, not the hype chat
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For dark clouds do bring rain...baby
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Here comes the sun to shine again
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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BOOM!
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I know you're loving the goods that i'm delivering
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Up in your neck of the woods so you can live again
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Who is the cock in the coupe which part the chicken in
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And dem copy the books that I have written in
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And when you hear from the shout
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Dem no have no discipline
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And dem a run up dem mouth
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Them never listening
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And when the Gong no deh bout
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I know you're missing him
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Cause lyrically no doubt i'm nitroglycerin
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Mi touch down it's carousels of luggages
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My flip phone, my car cell, my messages
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My girl bring me parcels and packages
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Marijuana cigar smells in palaces
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A few coil must pop off for di charities
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Cause politician a palave' pon dem promises
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A new face will fulfill the prophecies
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It's too late for two faced apologies
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 4]
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When the fire tun down low we're only simmering
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Anyhow we start get cold
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Dem would be shivering
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Not everything is gold because of glittering
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Tell dem fi clean dem soul from all di littering
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And they don't own di throne dat they be sitting in
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And it was just a loan they're only sitting in
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And when the king come home well what a bitter thing
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Nashing of teeth and moaning upon bickering
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Well mind you catch the flow it can be sickening
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Only a few are chosen for the reckoning
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It's Rastafari's world that unno living in
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And it's a lion's jungle unno visiting
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I know you've seen the posters of my images
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Upon your streets and close to all your villages
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My metaphors unfolding with my similies
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Woman can go dance again
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BOOM!
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For the master has come back! [x4]
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The Master Has Come Back
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| Damian "Junior Gong" Marley |
