JahCulture

Now dance seh dance to your right and move to your left,
With me dreadlock and me riddim the best,
Seh ya’ll look at the way that I dress,
Coz ya notice the leaf on my vest,
I flash up the sound so I big up me chest,
And I do it clever so I dodge them arrest,
Now sing fi the king a dance hall,
Don’t start to run before you can crawl,
Just like don’t sing before you can talk,
If yu bring a bad rhyme I beg you turn and a walk,
Now youths go and smoke up your bong,
If you drink could you move on along,
And if yu sniffing coke well you know that is wrong,
Jah Him me inspire while I writing this song,
Now girls, all the girls who out there,
With ya make-up and your bleached hair,
When I walk past them a stop and them stair,
Them a love we dreadlock coz we head a no bare,
There’s no need to ask I’ll treat you fair,
And I will show you that I man a care,
Me love up the ladies so could you all start prepare,
Coz I man a Rasta and me species are rare,

Now dance, all you jump out your seat,
Watch me now while I flow with the beat,
When I pick up the mic you all a feel sweet,
So everybody come and move pon your feet,
Seh you dance and yu dance alright,
This a di best you a go feel in your life,
When you move with the riddim and yu hot like the spice,
Move with me music and yu feel real nice,

Now dance, not for dollar or pound,
Only move if ya loving the sound,
And anyone who test a be mashed to the ground,
Them a say the money mek the world a go round,
But I know that that is not true,
All them want do a come and fool you,
So if ya want no problem tell them ya thru,
With their… yes their wicked way,
Them a trick you with them thing that they say,
And in your mind the trick sound ok
That is only coz you hearing their lies all day,
So stop and think for yourself,
And you could find a new form of wealth,

So jump and shout out what you see,
When the Babylon abusing plenty,
Jump around the corner them a sneak up on we,
So try and legalize the marijuana with me,
Now look at what you want be,
And you check and you see we nah free,
We wanna be free like dem fish in the sea,
Or like the bird who a soar thru the tree,
Now look there’s no spliff in my hand,
Coz by the system them good thing a banned,
I wanna smoke on the beach while I lie in the sand,
While I impress the ladies it a make me feel grand,
Now you think and yu know that I’m right,
So its time that we stand up and fight,
Them dog a go bark and a back we a bite,
Them a see we passion and them start act polite,
That is coz them heart filled with fright,
What I sing is truth and me lyrics a tight,
So I make sure that me rhyme a precise,
Coz ya never know it could change someones life...

Could You Be Loved (JahCulture Remix)

Seh that I come from the road a Zion,
And I’n’I work for the conquering lion,
So mek dem know that me strong like iron,
Just like me spliff seh dem a nice one,
Well…I man blaze the fire,
Come along strong with me pipe a kaya,
Suck it up whole so me blazing higher,
And JahCulture the girls admire,
Marijuana heal the nation,
Now I take a break from me education,
So I can come here and school the nation,
About Rasta it me inspiration,
Well… me lyrics getting bigger,
Them twist and turn and dem flow like river,
Physically nice like the girls dem figure,
Spiritually clean is how I live ya,
Well… don’t you think I’m joking,
Just coz I’m singing right after smoking,
Tell you seh I can hack the toking,
So Babylon who am I provoking,
Well… I don’t drink no alcohol,
And if ya do your brain it a fall,
And on your knees you will ha fi crawl,
When ya liver start fi stall,
And I won’t sniff your powder,
Coz my conscience him a louder,
And thanks to Jah I can stand up prouder,
But I won’t judge a thing about ya...

This a one a for the ganja people,
All a dem ones who nah work fi evil,
All di ones who living so clean,
All those people should know what I mean,
So step up come put ya Rizzla in the air,
Move pon di riddim and flash round your hair,
Then show me ya weed an take out what you need,
Lets make a spliff come and follow my lead,

Put it pon ya Rizzla have it pon ya Zig-Zag,
This a meditation now spark wotcha have,
I no wanna go a jail fi di ganja no more,
All di Babylon dem a knock–down me door,
Them check from me roof right down to the floor,
Empty all me cupboard and go thru all me draw,
But them can’t find me piece so me feeling relief,
With me ganja it hide and go seek,
I can’t blaze in my house, I can’t smoke pon di street,
Me ain’t done nothing wrong but me still a get beat,
But the wicked one day them will meet,
The almighty creator den them drop fi di heat…

Me only wan sing bout thing that a true,
All them thing that might affect you,
All the thing that the wicked man do,
But me ha fi shout out fi di good do man too,
Me sing out strong fi liberation,
Sing about me dreams and aspiration,
Me bring out the riddim and me move the nation,
All a di ladies love di Ras sensation

So step up come put ya Rizzla in the air,
Move pon di riddim and flash round your hair,
Then show me ya weed an take out what you need,
Lets make a spliff come and follow my lead,

All di people who have them Dreadlock,
All di ganja man with dem personal stock,
And all the ganja woman blazin up it hot, hot,
All round the world or just pon di Rock,
Dem lovin the herb and them spreading the word,
Of di marijuana so mek sure you heard,
Now say could you seh, say wotcha wan say,
About the herb that we burn everyday,
We done it from creation since beginning of time,
So how can them seh smoking herb is a crime,
Di problems pon di Rock them wan seh that them mine,
And the fault of ganja users from now, down the line…

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