their lord Put him to death, that's what I say Though never so just these dancing divines Endue him with reason and grace They're gibberish Words dissemble
's a dance that crossin' the nation Causin' more than a great sensation You flip your wings just like a bird I know it sounds crazy But you gotta take my word
to a new beginning. It's time to bow your heads to a nations swinging axe. While you search for answers planted in the ground. I'm happy watching you dance
afford to not just have some fun, So loosen up and act like you're in love, Kids don't be late-it's a goddamn dance craze. Don't talk-just listen to each word
At words poetic I'm so pathetic That I always have found it best Instead of getting it off my chest To let 'em rest unexpressed I hate parading my serenading
s quite a bit of money for a big gold chain Throw him a thousand then he hand me some change And now I'm cooler, in other words I got it goin Sway to
hundred more Get on the boat, get on the boat, people Get on the boat now, we got room for a hundred more All across the nation, people doin' what they
s dedicated to all the DJs, rappers Promoters, producers who continue to throw Jams in the face of adversity, peace Peace to the informal nation, word
Yo They say my words is sinister, so they plotting my death// Like nation of Islam ministers did to Malcolm X// But I'm never stressed, I stay with
gonna come back for us. (Were ready) We gotta be prepared in this day and age, we gotta be prepared for whatever comes the fuck at us. (Word up) Cause
good, bloods go for hard swelling Insert the spasm, yes the dirty hurt has them Thoroughbred thugs insert the fantasm Verbal smarts, spark the word,
room style for you brothers Time's ticking, eruptments conduct Entering one funk before the drum dry up Dial, style, jab vocab slow Alphabet run, construction voice might blow Tap dance
a mighty warrior Lick a shot if you a freedom fighter Lick a shot if you a true soul Jah Now dance your way back to Zion Now dance your way back to Zion
' on here? Sick an' tired of five, oh, runnin' up on the block here You know what I'm sayin' Yo, Snow, they came around here lookin' for you the other day Word, word
The Ballad of Calvin Crozier (Words and music by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations) Good people of this town You'd do well to gather around
The Factory Song (Words and music by Kirk McLeod) I wonder how I wonder why Without this factory could we ever survive I wonder who I wonder where
this an invitation but the nation treating it like a threat. No time for the wickedness, whether you're the best or the worst inna dance don't fret
Rudie come a dance you fi know me run the town You cyaan't keep a Badman down Ram It Up Play the music that the dance people prefer Fling It Up Still