"All Gods, and children of the Most High" Cave-guys still fry in the sun, don't deny I got a third eye sight vibe that don't lie I am the lion, goodnight
his own way Teaching and Learning And we can work it out We'll have a warm bed We'll have some warm bread And shelter from the storm dread And we can
it too far, who run up dem mouth it qualify dem as a fallen star And it no matter what uno call dem, dem time deh fi dread, you hear the words and
this block and my friends But where am I gonna be when there's nothing left to spend? And I remember what the dread said And I remember what the dread
Yeah! Yes mi lion me name Jr. Gong Mi unique DJ, dread Whatch ya [Verse:] Well a me name Jr.Gong Me seh look how mi natty tall Who nuh know me from dem
a dread, what a dread, what a whola one The Rasta Man come from Zion What a dread, dread lightening one The Rasta Man come from Zion What a strange dread, dread
blood is the life Your blood is the life I seek to evoke a new order in Man A flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem The lion is vexed to uproot and
Mr. Warm and easy She could never leave me, somebody please believe me For the master has come back, I'm mad wid it The return of the dread I when I
of view And if what you seek is the truth And to increase knowledge Now you surely can't lose...Why? [Chorus] [Verse 2] The return of the dread I when
their trap The way they win is to make us strike back They want us to launch a dreadful counterattack The more people that die at the hand of our nation
past the stars of the lion, To point us the path to the skies, To the lethean peace of the skies; Come up, in despite of the lion, To shine on us with
rip that fucking S off his chest Cause that's just how I'm living I dedicate my life to taking snake heads I break on the beats like scissors break on my dreads
Lord made me on a long thin limb Made sure I'd remeber him or her In the middle of a long dark night Creation crazy, death-sheet white Made in the image of a lion
lion ate Pierre. Arriving home at 6 o'clock, His parents had a dreadful shock. They found the lion sick in bed. They cried, "Pierre is surely dead!" They pulled the lion
of bad news Don't want to be it but it's needed so what have you Now question is every nigga with dreads for the cause? Is every nigga with golds for
seek your soul Like Nat King Cole, my shit is gold I hold a pole of polarity, like a wand and fondle phrases Ages, before you ever heard a lion roar
