Woe oh oh ah me seh ghetto youths hold on

Hurricanes and earthquakes it a go mash up Babylon

No no no we nah deal with no matches

The heat of the sun and volcanoes will burn them to ashes

Dem bawl out screaming, ''the wind ah blow hard!"

It's blowing because of idols and fake gods

Category three, four category five

Now you see the real God is alive

Hurricanes take the trail of slave ships

We can't forget those murderous trips

Jah come fi crush those thirteen colonies

And trample buildings in those pagan cities

Nothing can be done when Almighty vex

The power of nature is very complex

As a ghetto youth one thing I did learn

The cities of Babylon will burn, now now



Woe oh oh ghetto youths hold on

Hurricanes and earthquakes it a go mash up Babylon

Do you hear what I say

No no no we nah deal with no matches

The heat of the sun and volcanoes will burn them to ashes



Once them thought that their machine fail

It was an earthquake burst dem Richter scale

Suprise surprise the people went bezzerk

Wicked heart Satan is a cold heart jerk

In the house of babylon the houses got smashed

what you gonna do now when nature back lash

Jump in a your limo try your best to splurt

Five seconds flat you will be covered in the dirt

This is not a bluff if you think you tough

The ultimate rough Jah is the real stuff

Wicked try fi move now in a group or in a flock

Well try move under ten ton a rock, you stuck!



Woe oh oh ah me seh ghetto youths hold on

Hurricanes and earthquakes it a go mash up Babylon

No no no we nah deal with no matches

The heat of the sun and volcanoes will burn them to ashes



Lava ah flow from the mountain top

Town and country get wipe of the map

Nature is one thing that cannot be stopped

Babylon cities bound to get drop

Jah fire is hotter than popcorn ah pop

If you love the most High everyone clap

If you love Satan you need a hard slap

The heat of the sun burns the vampire's back

Dem bawl out screaming, "heat wave, heat wave!"

That's what you get for beating the slaves

Wicked people complaining complaining

Nature reacting to all the blood staining

Righteousness is the top choice

Babylon ah run when dem hear Rasta voice

The heat is it sweet it will burn your feet

with your negative conception and your pig's meat

You look up to the sky what does it do your eye

NiyoRah live love of Selassie I

His spirit endureth and he cannot die

One love me give to Rastafari



Woe oh oh ah me seh ghetto youths hold on

Hurricanes and earthquakes it a go mash up Babylon

No no no we nah deal with no matches

The heat of the sun and volcanoes will burn them to ashes