(with Damian Marley)




[African Choir Intro]



[Jr. Gong - Chorus 1]

Lord! 

This Spear, huh! 

Shaka Zulu, Bobo Shanti, Nyabinghi 

Man a Mau Mau Warrior 

Despair, eh 

Fear and desperation no depression can't tarry ya 

This Spear, hey 

Ayatollah, Idi Amin, Mennelek, 

Man a Masai Warrior 

Despair, eh 

Fear and desperation no depression can't tarry ya 

This Spear 

Like BURNING SPEAR 

AND SUCH AND SUCH BEFORE ME 

Who all fought for the cause and 

This Spear, eh 

Enforcing all the laws 



[Nas - Verse 1]

The Master of the Masses 

One has power 

The other one lacks it 

Guns are power 

Controlled by assets 

Owned by financial forecasters 

Who are the Masters? 

They are the Gangsters 

They are the bankers 

The ones who tax us 

The Masses 

They are us 

The sheep, the people 

Divided in classes 

I go off like a Shite bomb 

And All ya'll see I'm on my 

War paint on my face, shit 

My nine mm on my waist, shit 

I'm a problem 

Shoot up your place shit 

Let a few go 

Then I get low 

Blazing Haze again 

The Masters, The Wall Street War Chiefs 

The Elitists Groups 

The Masses 

They pray to Jesus 

Saying he will see us through 

The Masters are the aristocratic 

The Masses 

Ask if the Most High 

Is On his way here 

I'm trying to stay clear 

My mind is my modern day Spear 



[Jr. Gong - Chorus 2]

Hey 

I say...

This Spear, huh! 

Shaka Zulu, Bobo Shanti, Man a Gideon 

Man a Mau Mau Warrior 

Despair, eh 

Fear and desperation no depression can't tarry ya 

This Spear, hey 

Through the hands of time and cruel men 

It has slew more than a billion 

Despair, eh 

It keep on suppressing the humble man's opinion 



[Nas - Verse 2]

This lead into Swiss cheese 

When the 5th squeeze 

Mislead 

The media Misleads 

Scares you to the point 

Where you miss sleep 

With that said 

This lead with this Ruger 

And that shooter 

Sub-machine gun 

Ratta tat through you 

Copper tops, hollow points 

Will do ya something bad 

Our future 

Is Mislead 

Three strikes 

There's no school 

When a teacher strikes 

This economy 

This monopoly 

Get no job 

Just own your property 

Now it's back to 

What comes natural 

Must survive any how you have to 

Despair, Desperation 

But I have no fear 

When I hold This Spear 



[Intermission]



[Jr. Gong - Bridge]

Mek some bwoy know mi nah smile 

Cause this spear nah beg friends 

Man a run racket 

Man a run scheme 

Man a run race 

Man a run down Benz 

Can't trust a she nor we nor eye 

Inna contact lense 

Man a run from police 

And a run down wealth 

And dollars and nah mek sense 



[Jr. Gong - Verse 3]

So, 

Rise up to my defense 

Hollow pointed is my preference 

Should have been deterred 

Don't know what you heard 

Get referred 

By the wrong reference 

When this spear start dispense 

It a fly and a tear through fence 

Dismember your members 

And all of your limbs 

Body bust inna nuff segments 

Well, 

Man a run drugs 

Man a run risk 

Man all a run out a time and ends 

Man a run up and down 

And a run fi dem life 

And a run down this month rent 

Nutin' nah gwan a yard 

And food deh a road 

Then man hafi go touch pavement 

Despair was a tool 

That was used to enslave man 

And mek manservant 

Escape from Despair and Desperation 

Becomes more urgent 

Mankind needs to cleanse and wash out dem soul 

With spiritual detergent 

A distant army 

A distant relative 

Controlling the circumference 

And any man move with no permission 

They're feeling the circumstance of 



[Jr. Gong - Chorus 4]

This Spear, hey 

Shaka Zulu, Bobo Shanti, Man a, eh 

Man a Mau Mau Warrior 

Despair, eh! 

Fear of your recession and depression can't tarry ya 

This Spear, hey 

Inner city youth dem rise it up disguised as AK-47 

This Spear, eh! 

And anytime them clap it up the whole city level 

This Spear 

Like Burning Spear 

And such and such before I 

Who all fought for the cause and 

This Spear, eh! 

They can't ignore me 

No!