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 dontcha 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
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Ya Mama
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| P.O.D. |
