Testo Azanido - Sizzla
Testo della canzone Azanido (Sizzla), tratta dall'album Good Ways
Bold! And tell them that them trap just turn cold
How? Them fight the impossible and them just turn cold!
Yo! Rastafari
Black sheep inna fold
Yo
Love and I no put away any frown
What goes around comes forward around
I couldn't freak, couldn't frolic with Bundy, circus clown
Teachy man could never sit on Rastaman town
Charge them with words, fire, and sound
Pon the wicked heart we take other's brimstone
If you say you love, love must always be at your home
Or else you must be an alien from not around
The bloody man is very deceitful to his own
Inna the Red Sea, Pharaoh and him squady them drown
Pharaoh watch the pretty city going down
I, who a rule run the zone
Hey!
Hustle now, hustle now
Rasta plead the ghetto youth 'cause
Well then, hustle now, hustle now
Girl, if you love and love is your reward
Then again
Black people unuh fi stop shed unuh blood
Live inna unity, yeah, come we say blessed love
From whence I came, so from then I was
And me lift the ghetto youths them outta the mud
Me foot, it clean, it no waan not a scrub
Woman gone a scream, she a fire burn the tub
I, yo, tell me who that you deh rob
That's why you so malicious, you deh hate, and you deh grat
Babylon so slippery like the soap and the sud
Babylon city full of wire, it bug you
Jah bless the warrior because them haffi budge
Babylon the bingy melt him down like Fudge, yo
Kion I, well then me go tell them say
Hustle now, hustle now
Rasta plead the ghetto youth 'cause
Hustle now, hustle now
Live in love, love is your reward
Me go tell you say
Hustle now, hustle now
Rastaman a man, them praise and class
Then again, hustle now, tall-a tall
I, live in love and love is your reward
Me tell you say
When you see I put down your war and come
Want for you fi know a time fi love myself and now
No need for the knife, no need for the gun
Them deh sittin' deh fi done any means, anyhow
Warrior nation could never be defiled
Black people govern the earth and stop run down the coil
Yes, ghetto girls use guard, them a smile
See, embrace cleanliness with humble profile
Some of them still sweat, some of them a pop style
Yet them nah lef' them king man nor them black child
Hustle now, Rasta, hustle now
Rasta plead the black woman 'cause
Then again, hustle now, hustle now
Live in love and love is your reward
Tell you now
Hustle now, hustle now
Rasta plead the black clique them 'cause
And then, hustle now, hustle now
Live in love and love is your reward
Me go tell you now
Love and I no put away any frown
What goes around comes forward around
I couldn't freak, couldn't frolic, burn the circus clown
Boogerman no sit down pon Rastaman town
Charge them with words, fire, and sound
Pon the wicked heart we have other's brimstone
If you say you love, love must always be at your home
Or else you must be an alien from not around
Inna the Red Sea, Pharaoh and him squady them drown
A this yah one yah a dem zone
Tell you now, hustle now
Credits
Writer(s): Winston Riley, Migel Orlando Collins, Bobby Grantley Dixon
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