Testo Made Of... - Sizzla
Testo della canzone Made Of... (Sizzla), tratta dall'album Kalonji
Yo, this is to all government
This is repatriation, yeah
Step down Mr. Babylon, yeah
I'n'I govern the youth, you know
Andover, you know
Repatriation
No bother play like you deaf, no
What does black people made of, made of?
African tradition, I tell you straight up, straight up
So long that they a take us
Inna this Western Hemisphere and couldn't break us, hey
What does black people made of, made of?
Truths and rights, I tell you straight up, straight up
So long that they a take us
But now black people better wake up, oy
Burn, I a burn down Babylon place
Inna dem Iron-Low place, wickedness me deh go test
Burn, I a burn down Babylon place
Dem a interrogate, waan mi earth fi keep space
Just now they come to realize
Somehow they'd want to criticize
Black people get the worst, yet them don't have no rights
Dem a do the dutty work, yet you shoob aside
Now me start to burn dem turf day and night
Rastaman nuh nurse no Pharisees nor scribes
Shouldn't diss the warriors from the east side
Watch dem agonizer head a shell like a rice
Me nuh love dem profile, neither dem voice
Watch all dem style, dem only lef' you one choice
This is the hour where the wicked get smite
Pharaoh couldn't train all him greatest knife
When the Bobo one pass through, everything get wipe
Rasta dem a spite, so dem blow us down, the might, oy
Burn, I a burn down Babylon place
Inna dem Iron-Low place, wickedness we deh go test
Burn, I a burn down Vatican place
Dem a interrogate, waan di marijuana keep space
Burn, I a burn down Babylon place
Inna dem Iron-Low place, wickedness me a go test
Burn, I a burn down Babylon place, wow, wow, hey
From in the beginning, me a bun dem yah fire
Pharaoh, him a galong, like a him clever
Dem come take the people out of Africa
Oh yes, I'n'I still remember
Rastafari say, he say, "Free every prisoner"
Me put on mi sword, me put on mi rifle, me put on mi dagger
Put on mi robe, me put on mi turban, me go lace up mi sander
Lick down the judge, me go lick down
The jury, and lick down the lawyer
Lick down the governor general, lick down the prime minister
Lick down the politician, lick down the police, lick down the soldier
So many years black people dem deh yah
Babylon, watch your Jekylls and your Chaine, or some die
Burn, I a burn down Babylon place
Inna dem Iron-Low place, wickedness black man a test
Burn, I a burn down Vatican place
Dem false, vickishous, and fake, hey
Burn, I a burn down Babylon place
Inna dem Iron-Low place, wickedness me deh go test
As burn, I a burn down Babylon place, yo
Dem cyan look inna mi face, how
When before black people wake up, wake up
Vatican concrete city break up, break up
So long that they a take us
Inna this Western Hemisphere and couldn't break us, oy
Dem run the east, dem run the north, dem say dem run the south
Say, you cyan test dem anytime a shoot out
Mr. Wicked, right, say, him a run the route
So him g'weem buss up your head and leave with inna your mouth, oy
You nuh see say wicked youths dem waan dead out
And a leave the black woman dem weh well waan spread out
Dem nah produce no life, well, me see say that a joke
Don't mek dem come near not even your house, no
Mek dem touch your things, neither your spouse
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Writer(s): Sly Dunbar, Donald Dennis, Philip Burrell, Miguel Collins
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