A your youth you know! Wew!





For the master has come back

Gong the originally

Run for the grand finale mi inna mi Clarky-Wally

For the master has come back

Man! I do it regularly through every hill and valley

It's normal for me now

For the master has come back 

It's Mr. Warm and Easy

She coulda never leave me

Somebody please believe me

For the master has come back

I'm mad wit it





BOOM!

We learn from the old school

When strictly thugs used to run it

When one wheel wheely was the move

Long before Bogle start dance and still deh pon paper money

Police ah lock up man fi dem shoes

That simply mean the station full up a bear Clark boot and Bally

From England whe' spankin' new

Before man start to mek flex

When dem used to mek dally

And speak of the rights and truth

If unno starvin' fi di brain food Man have it fi feed you like porridge

Weh rich inna dreadnut juice

Cause nuff a wah dem learn in university and college

It water down and dilute

I tell you street smarts wi carry you through life like a carriage

From a survival point of view

And if what you seek is the truth

And to increase knowledge

Now you surely can't lose...Why?









The return of the dread I when I get back the entire Empire will start to strike back

Well a bare army green full up mi flight pack

Some red eye guy a wonder which bank we hijack

And a we the voluptuous girls a smile at

Any bwoy nuh like dat, him gone pon ice box

We can be dangerous like how the night black

We will dip and come up, select and slide back

And say she loves my culture, herbs and locks

Silkly smooth way of I flow

My words and my tracks

She's hoping we can spend a night at

Somewhere that's warm and cozy...why not

She's been wanting me since my Karl Kani drop

And she needs the substance, not the hype chat

For dark clouds do bring rain...baby

Here comes the sun to shine again









BOOM!

I know you're loving the goods that i'm delivering 

Up in your neck of the woods so you can live again

Who is the cock in the coupe which part the chicken in

And dem copy the books that I have written in

And when you hear from the shout

Dem no have no discipline

And dem a run up dem mouth

Them never listening

And when the Gong no deh bout

I know you're missing him

Cause lyrically no doubt i'm nitroglycerin

Mi touch down it's carousels of luggages

My flip phone, my car cell, my messages

My girl bring me parcels and packages

Marijuana cigar smells in palaces

A few coil must pop off for di charities

Cause politician a palave' pon dem promises

A new face will fulfill the prophecies

It's too late for two faced apologies









When the fire tun down low we're only simmering

Anyhow we start get cold

Dem would be shivering

Not everything is gold because of glittering

Tell dem fi clean dem soul from all di littering

And they don't own di throne dat they be sitting in

And it was just a loan they're only sitting in

And when the king come home well what a bitter thing

Nashing of teeth and moaning upon bickering

Well mind you catch the flow it can be sickening

Only a few are chosen for the reckoning

It's Rastafari's world that unno living in

And it's a lion's jungle unno visiting

I know you've seen the posters of my images

Upon your streets and close to all your villages

My metaphors unfolding with my similies 

Woman can go dance again

BOOM!



For the master has come back!