She love to party, have a good time;
She looks so hearty, feeling fine;
She loves to smoke, sometime shiftin’ coke;
She’ll be laughin’ when there ain’t no joke.

A pimper’s paradise: that’s all she was now;
A pimper’s paradise: that’s all she was;
A pimper’s paradise: that’s all she was now;
Pimper’s paradise: that’s all she was.
(Every need got an ego to feed;
Every need got an ego to feed.)

She loves to model up in the latest fashion (oo-bee doo-be doo);
She’s in the scramble and she moves with passion (oo-bee doo-be doo),
She’s getting high, trying to fly the sky (oo-bee doo-be doo)!
Eh! Now she is bluesing when there ain’t no blues.

Wo-o-o-oh! A pimper’s paradise: that’s all she was now;
A pimper’s paradise: that’s all she was, oh-ho-ho-ho-ho!
A pimper’s paradise: that’s all she was now;
A pimper’s paradise: that’s all she was.

(Every need got an ego to feed;
Every need got an ego to feed.)

Wo-ho-o-oh! A pimper’s paradise: that’s all she was now, wo-oo-o-oo! Wo-oh!
A pimper’s paradise: that’s all she was. We-e-e-ell-a!
A pimper’s paradise: I’m sorry for the victim now;
Oh, now soon their (pimper’s paradise) - soon their heads - soon their -
Soon their very heads will bow.
(Pimper’s paradise) Don’t lose track - don’t lose track of yourself, oh no!
(Pimper’s paradise) Don’t be just a stock - a stock on the shelf -
stock on the shelf, oh-oh!
(Pimper’s paradise) that’s all she was now. Wo-oo-o-oo-o-oo …

Could you be loved and be loved?
Could you be loved and be loved?

Don’t let them fool ya,
Or even try to school ya! Oh, no!
We’ve got a mind of our own,
So go to hell if what you’re thinking is not right!
Love would never leave us alone,
A-yin the darkness there must come out to light.

Could you be loved and be loved?
Could you be loved, wo now! - and be loved?

(The road of life is rocky and you may stumble too,
So while you point your fingers someone else is judging you)
Love your brotherman!
(Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?
Could you be - could you be loved?
Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?
Could you be - could you be loved?)

Don’t let them change ya, oh! -
Or even rearrange ya! Oh, no!
We’ve got a life to live.
They say: only - only -
only the fittest of the fittest shall survive -
Stay alive! Eh!

Could you be loved and be loved?
Could you be loved, wo now! - and be loved?

(You ain’t gonna miss your water until your well runs dry;
No matter how you treat him, the man will never be satisfied.)
Say something! (Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?
Could you be - could you be loved?)
Say something! Say something!
(Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?)
Say something! (Could you be - could you be loved?)
Say something! Say something! (Say something!)
Say something! Say something! (Could you be loved?)
Say something! Say something! Reggae, reggae!
Say something! Rockers, rockers!
Say something! Reggae, reggae!
Say something! Rockers, rockers!
Say something! (Could you be loved?)
Say something! Uh!
Say something! Come on!
Say something! (Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?)
Say something! (Could you be - could you be loved?)
Say something! (Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?)
Say something! (Could you be - could you be loved?)

Wo-o-o-o! Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya! Woy-oh!
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah! Oh!
(We’ll be forever loving Jah;
We’ll be forever loving Jah!)

Some they say see them walking up the street;
They say we’re going wrong to all the people we meet;
But-a we won’t worry, we won’t shed no tears:
We found a way to cast away the fears,
Forever, yeah!

(We’ll be forever loving Jah) We’ll be forever!
(We’ll be forever loving Jah) Forever, yes, and forever!
(We’ll be forever loving Jah) There’ll be no end.

So, old man river, don’t cry for me;
A-have got a running stream of love you see.
So, no matter what stages - oh stages -
Stages - stages they put us through,
We’ll never be blue
No matter what rages, oh rages,
Changes - rages they put us through,
We’ll never be blue:
We’ll be forever, yeah!

(We’ll be forever loving Jah) We’ll be forever!
(We’ll be forever loving Jah) Forever, and ever, yes, and forever!
(We’ll be forever loving Jah) ‘Cause there is no end.

‘Cause only a fool lean upon -
Lean upon his own misunderstanding, oh ho, oh, yeah!
And then what has been hidden
From the wise and the prudent
Been revealed to the babe and the suckling
In everyt’ing, in every way, I say, yeah!

(We’ll be forever loving Jah) We’ll be forever!
(We’ll be forever loving Jah)

‘Cause just like a tree planted - planted by the rivers of water
That bringeth forth fruits - bringeth forth fruits in due season;
Everything in life got its purpose,
Find its reason in every season,
Forever, yeah!

(We’ll be forever loving Jah) We’ll be forever!
(We’ll be forever loving Jah) On and on and on!
(We’ll be forever loving Jah) We’ll be forever, yes, yes -
we’ll be forever.
(We’ll be forever loving Jah)

Old pirates, yes, they rob I;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By the ‘and of the Almighty.
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly.
Won’t you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
‘Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
‘Cause none of them can stop the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look? Ooh!
Some say it’s just a part of it:
We’ve got to fulfil de book.

Won’t you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
‘Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.
—
/Guitar break/
—
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our mind.
Wo! Have no fear for atomic energy,
‘Cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look?
Yes, some say it’s just a part of it:
We’ve got to fulfil de book.
Won’t you help to sing
Dese songs of freedom? -
‘Cause all I ever had:
Redemption songs -
All I ever had:
Redemption songs:
These songs of freedom,
Songs of freedom.

Come we go burn down Babylon one more time
(Come we go burn down Babylon one more time);
Come we go chant down Babylon one more time
(Come we go chant down Babylon);
For them soft! Yes, them soft! (ah-yoy!)
Them soft! Yes, them soft! (ah-yoy!)
So come we go chant down Babylon one more time
(Come we go chant down Babylon)!

Men see their dreams and aspiration-a
Crumble in front of their face,
And all of their wicked intention
To destroy the human race.

And how I know - and how I know - and that’s how I know:
A Reggae Music, mek we chant down Babylon;
With music, mek we chant down Babylon;
This music, mek we chant down Babylon;
This music, come we chant down Babylon.

Come we go chant down Babylon one more time
(Come we go chant down Babylon one more time);
Come we go chant down Babylon one more time
(Come we go chant down Babylon);
For them soft! Yes, them soft! (ah-yoy!)
Them soft! Me say, Them soft! (ah-yoy!)
So come we go chant down Babylon one more time
(Come we go chant down Babylon)!

Me say, Music you’re - music you’re the key,
Talk to who? Please talk to me,
Bring the voice of - of the Rastaman,
Communicating to - ‘cating to everyone.

How I (know) - how I know, how I (know) - how I know -
And that’s how I know:
A Reggae Music, chant down - chant down - chant down Babylon,
Chant down Babylon, chant down Babylon,
Chant down Babylon!
Reggae Music, chant down Babylon!
Reggae Music, chant down Babylon!
Reggae Music, chant down Babylon!
Reggae Music! (chant down Babylon)

Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta:
There was a Buffalo Soldier in the heart of America,
Stolen from Africa, brought to America,
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival.

I mean it, when I analyze the stench -
To me it makes a lot of sense:
How the Dreadlock Rasta was the Buffalo Soldier,
And he was taken from Africa, brought to America,
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival.

Said he was a Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta -
Buffalo Soldier in the heart of America.

If you know your history,
Then you would know where you coming from,
Then you wouldn’t have to ask me,
Who the ‘eck do I think I am.

I’m just a Buffalo Soldier in the heart of America,
Stolen from Africa, brought to America,
Said he was fighting on arrival, fighting for survival;
Said he was a Buffalo Soldier win the war for America.

Dreadie, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
Buffalo Soldier troddin’ through the land, wo-ho-ooh!
Said he wanna ran, then you wanna hand,
Troddin’ through the land, yea-hea, yea-ea.

Said he was a Buffalo Soldier win the war for America;
Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta,
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival;
Driven from the mainland to the heart of the Caribbean.

Singing, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!

Troddin’ through San Juan in the arms of America;
Troddin’ through Jamaica, a Buffalo Soldier# -
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival:
Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta.

Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!

(Hallelu-Jah!)
(Hallelu-Jah!)

Love to see when ya move in the rhythm;
I love to see, when you’re dancin’ from within!
It gives great joy to feel such sweet togetherness,
Everyone doin’ and they’re doing their best
Huh, it remind I of the days in Jericho,
When we troddin’ down Jericho walls:
These are the days when we’ll trod t’rough Babylon, (na-na, na-na)
Gonna trod until Babylon falls.

Sing your song yah!
(Jump, jump, jump,) Nyabinghi! …
(Jump, jump, jump,) Nyabinghi!
(Jump, jump, jump,) Nyabinghi! …
(Jump, jump, jump,) Nyabinghi!

We’ve got the herb (got it!),
We’ve got the herb (got it!),
We’ve got the herb (got it!),
So hand I the suru board,
‘Cause most of all we ain’t got nothing to lose. We-e-e-ey!

(Jump, jump, jump,) Nyabinghi!
(Jump, jump, jump,) Nyabinghi! A little bit loud[er]!
(Jump, jump, jump,) Nyabinghi!
(Jump, jump, jump, Nyabinghi!)

Love to see when ya groove with the riddim,
‘Cause I love to when you’re dancing from within!
It gives great joy to see such sweet togetherness,
‘Cause everyone’s doin’ and they’re doing their best.
‘Cause it remind me of the days in Jericho
When we troddin’ down Jericho walls!
These are the days when we’ll trod through Babylon,
We keep on troddin’ until Babylon falls!

(Jump, jump, jump,) Nyabinghi!
(Jump, jump, jump,) Nyabinghi!
(Jump, jump, jump,) Nyabinghi!

Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, yeah!

Well, it’s not easy,
It’s not easy
Speak the truth, come on, speak. Eh, now!
It ever cause it what it will:
He who hide the wrong he did
Surely did the wrong thing still.

Get in the studio of -
Studio of time and experience
Here we experience the good and bad;
What we have, and what we had -
This session (session),
Not just another version (version).
Oh Lord, give me a session (session),
Not another version (version)!
They’re so much stumbling blocks right in-a our way:
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday;
There’s so much wanting, so much gaining, so much have done.

Too much little mix-up, in the mix-up, yes!
Too much little mix up!
Too much of this mix up - mix up!

I was born in the country, right on top of the hill
I still remain, I know I still, I will-a,
But through your f…in’ respect and through your false pride
Someone wanna take Jah - Jah - Jah children for a ride!
Shut up! Open the gate, and let the saints through.

Please make it a session (session);
Not another version (version);
Ooh, please make it a session (session);
Not another version (version)!

Hey, you been talkin’ all your mouth full of lies,
Sitting there toppling and, Lord, they criticize.
So through the eyes of the fool the deaf is wise,
And through the eyes of the wise the fool is size.

Saying is too much mix up - mix up!
Saying is too much mix up - mix up!

I wanna clear the wheel once and for all;
I wanna clear my wheels, I don’t care who fall!
I gotta clear my wheels once and for all;
Clear my wheels, I don’t care who fall - fall:
(Too much mix-up - mix-up!)

— Guitar solo —

Hey! Mr. Music, why don’t you wanna play?
Don’t you know today is a bright holiday? Yeah! (holiday)
Some people waiting for the message that you bring,
They listening to every word that you’ll sing.

Singing: (too much mix-up - mix-up -
(Too much little mix up!)
Would you groove along now
(Too much mix up - mix up), yeah!
Yes, would you groove along now
(Too much little mix-up!)
They just can’t stop you know
(Too much mix-up - mix-up)!

Give thanks and praises to the Most-I (Jah!);
Give thanks and praises so high (so high).
He will not deceive us my brethren;
He will only lead us again (again):
Oh, take that veil from off of your eyes;
Look into the future of realize.

Noah had three sons, Ham, Shem and Japhet (Ham, Shem and Japhet);
And in Ham is known to be the Prophet.
Glory to Jah, the Prophet is come (through all these ages);
Glory to Jah, the Prophet has come (through all these stages).
When my soul was hurtin’ deep within,
And I’m worrying to be free, desperately, yeah.
So guide and protect I’n'I, O Jah - Jah,
Through all these ages;
Guide and protect I’n'I, O Jah - Jah,
Through all these stages.

Rastafari is his Name (Jah!) -
Rastafari is his Name (Jah!).
If Jah didn’t love I (love I),
If I didn’t love I (love I),
If Jah didn’t love I (love I),
If I didn’t love I,
Would I be around today?
Would I be around to say:

Give thanks and praises, give thanks and praises;
Give thanks and praises, give thanks and praises;
Give thanks and praises, give thanks and praises.

Woy-a, Natty Congo:
A Dreadlock Congo I!
Woy-a, Natty Congo:
A Blackman Redemption! Woy-yo, yo-oo-wo-oo!
A Blackman Redemption! Woy-yo, wo-oo-wo-oo!

No need - no need to get jumpy;
No need and-a no need to get bumpy,
And-a no need - and-a no need to get bumpy;
No nee-nee-nee-nee-nee-nee-nee-need to get jumpy!

Youth and youth agree to:
Cool runnings; can you dig it?
Cool runnings; yeah, one more time! A-beg ya:
Cool runnings; can you stop it?
Cool runnings:
Spread out, spread out,
Spread out, spread out.

Tell you about the Blackman Redemption; can you dig it? (Oh, yeah!)
A Blackman Redemption; can you stop it?
Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no!

Coming from the root of King David
Through to the line of Solomon,
His Imperial Majesty is the Power of Authority:
Spread out, spread out,
Spread out, spread out,
Spread out, spread out,
Spread, spread out.

— Instrumental break —

No need - no need - no need to get jumpy,
And-a no need - and-a no need to walk away.

Let me tell bout ya:
Cool runnings, can you dig it?
Cool runnings: it’s one more time we want it;
Cool runnings;
Cool runnings;
Spread out, spread out,
Spread out, spread out,
Spread out. Spread out, spread out.
Spread out, spread out.

It’s just-a Blackman Redemption
Can you dig it (wo-yeah!) Good, Lord! Good, Lord! Good, Lord!
Blackman Redemption, can you stop it? Oh, no! Oh, no!
Blackman redemption