Like bees that rise above five degrees As the dead inhale brimstone and fire 'Cause prophet's eye already been prophesied With a quickness dead become pillars of salt Prophet
been judged on your own accord Our final word seals your fate King of the Jews, the son of God Now condemned to death and hate INRI, INRI, false prophet
have been judged on your own accord Our final word seals your fate King of the Jews, the son of God Now condemned to death and hate INRI, INRI, false prophet
Donguiri la nite ko labantaye Aye m?bla meta soh Niye dounougnan soba guiri?n Inaban ka nonsi tagama Niye dounougnan soba guiri?n Inaban ka nonsi tagama
Wo, wo, wohou? It?s alright Wo, wo, wohou? The Lord made me black Using JAH JAH children Every where Fighting JAH JAH people Every day Just like another
Corinthiens Corinthiens Yeh Je vous exhorte Vous mes freres, soyez unis Tenez tous le meme langage Ayez le meme esprit Car Dieu detruira La sagesse
Trop de coups d?Etat En Afrique Trop de coups d?Etat En Afrique Trop de coups d?Etat Ca suffit comme ca Les Sovietiques arrivent Les Americains les
Face to face with my life Face to face with my destiny Face to face with my life Face to face with my destiny I better stop fooling myself And deal
Music, music, music, music Jah music Music, music, music, music Jah Jah music If you wanna be free yeah Dance to the reggae beat Every day, every where
Allah ka dougoukoro dan Aka ni do danfin bou bela Olo kosson n?goh anye Allah tanoh I koungoro bi dimi ikonon lebi dimi Wouho, wouho, Itakadi n?de, ibe
Allah leka netchi Ko gnenan n?gnin la dougou koro kan Allah leka netchi Ko gnenan mogoh nanvi bou ladi Dougou koro ye n?kabourou Dougou koro ye n?gnan
all you have behind Prophet of pestilence Holding on, to the sounds of the weak without Forces of tyranny, in the night In the dreams he will rise right on Prophet
Leave all you heard behind!" Prophet of Pestilence. Holding on, to the sounds of the weak without, Forces of tyranny, in the night, In the dreams he will rise right on. Prophet
(Payne/Downes) He often wondered where he's from The Holy Grail, the bloodline son In his veins the answer comes The Promised Land, Parisian We sail
[Epistle One - The Fall Of Man] Like gold fall the leaves in the wind Long years numberless, As the wings of the trees The long years have passed Into
Like gold fall the leaves in the wind Long years numberless, as the wings of the trees The long years have passed into the west Beneath the blue vaults
And the meditation of I and I, Oh Ras Tafari The Prophets eye The Prophets eye The Prophets eye The Prophets eye The Prophets eye The Prophets eye The Prophets eye The Prophets
is fear. All they know is doubt. All they fear is death. Death is not the worst that can happen to a man. Oh how there's prophets, priests, teachers who