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2012: Book of Redemption I
The Beginning

1. Rootsman Time Lyrics | Play

2. Khemet 4500 BCE Lyrics | Play

3. Soulshakers Lyrics | Play

4. Humiliation 1700 BCE Lyrics | Play

5. Stop The War Lyrics | Play

6. Joshua 1200 BCE Lyrics | Play

7. Marcus Lyrics | Play

8. Intervention 330 BCE Lyrics | Play

9. Secret Society Lyrics | Play

10. Occupation 30 BCE Lyrics | Play

11. Dem Crucify The Gong Lyrics | Play

12. Conversion 350 CE Lyrics | Play

13. Roots Inna The Reggae Lyrics | Play

14. Moors 711 CE Lyrics | Play

15. Ain't No Dogs Lyrics | Play

16. Stop The War (ReMix) Lyrics | Play

Credits

Music Arranged by Jahmark & the Soulshakers

Singers and Players of Instruments

Jahmark – lead vocal, rhythm guitar, percussion

Style Scott, Horseman, Naz Bouzida, Casey Jones – drums
Mike Irwin, David King – bass guitar
Tony Lee, Mark Tyson – lead guitar
Alberto Fernandez – rhythm guitar, pick guitar
Rudy Richardson, I-locks, Scott Docherty – keyboards
Cedric Bravo, Jativa – tenor sax, alto sax, flute
Norman Grant – percussion
The HearticalItes – background vocals
Targyt – Rap Vocal on track # 16

Produced by Mike Irwin and Jahmark
A Roughsounds / Banana-Boat Joint

Recorded at Roughsounds Studio (Redondo Beach, CA) by Mike Irwin

Mixed & Mastered at Jasic Studio (Van Nuys, CA) by Fabian Cooke

CD concept – Jahmark
Design – Scott Docherty (Redhare – redhare.com)

©2012 Banana Boat Records USA. All rights reserved.
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Happiness

Book of Redemption II

Gan-JAH-licious

Life!

Love Power

Stop The War (ReMix)

Hey yow! Mi seh what did you say?
How many troops did you kill off today
Hey yow! Mi seh what did you say?
Stop the war, war’s not the way

Yes I, brother Jahmark and the one Targyt coming at you
Eh-heh …
(You got my mama crying cause her children them are dying)
Yow Targyt! Wheh you a seh?!
Let’s give ‘em what they need, yeah
(Oo-ooh, oo-oo-oooh)
Crucial times
Yeah, it’s just the beginning, come on

Everyday it’s the same old story
World leaders they’re fighting for glory
(fightin’, fightin’)
Putting innocent peoples’ lives on the line
(tired a di fightin’)
Is this why God created mankind

Stop, stop … mi seh fi stop it rude bwoy!
People say to stop the war
Stop, stop … war is not the answer man
What we need is no more war, eh-heh

Stop it, big tube send fools to cock it
Lives on the line in the name of profit
Instead of tryin’ to be an angel or a prophet
Here take a life, you die and they profit
The three letter word, an endless cycle
They pretend they like you, at the end they snipe you
Building cross the street, on the roof with a rifle
Spiteful, careful, big dogs might bite you

Stop, stop … cool down yu temper nuh man
People say to stop the war
Stop, stop …
People crying out for

Peace on earth … nuh that mi a talk bout
For all mankind … yeah man
That’s what we need today, children crying
No more war of any kind
That’s what we need today-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-ay, hey!
We’ve got to stop that war!

Mi seh fi stop killing off the yute dem like that
Promoting fear and anxiety attack
With yu terrorist this and yu terrorist that
Thank God some of us on earth no buy that crap

Now the mission is done, they re-position the gun
On our next leader that we think is the one
Try to kill our hope, try to shorten the rope
So that we can’t climb but to me that’s fine
It just make us stronger in due time
Take care of the future without that nine
And without that war, and without that scar
We probably wouldn’t even know that we not that far, so

Stop, stop … mi seh fi chill out rude bwoy
People say to stop the war
Stop, stop …
Whole world shouting out for

Peace on earth … a so mi mean
For all mankind … hear mi nuh
That’s what we need today, children crying
No more war of any kind … hey people of the world
That’s what we need today-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-ay, hey!
We’ve got to stop that war!

Hey yow! Tell the people the truth
Why you so freakin’ hungry fi get more recruit
All over the world you just can’t get enough
You plot and you scheme and you make things rough
Inna black man, brown man, and red man land
Where all the gold, and the oil, and the diamonds come from
Every man got a right under Jah sun
That’s why the Rastaman him hafi chant this ya song

I’m tryin’ but can’t stop ‘til the rest good, eh-heh
The same shit nothin’ different than the next hood
The crack, the killing, the poverty
I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bother me
But I guess all the fire make it hard to see
I embrace it and make the pain part of me, eh-heh
Yes right now but yeah it was dark for me
Through the mind, through the soul, through the heart for me
Just …

Stop, stop … whoi! mister warmonger
People say to stop the war
Stop, stop … high time you leggo that man
What we need is no more …

(Stop the war) A rat-a-tat, a rat-a-tat-tat, boi!
A rat-a-tat, a rat-a-tat-tat, brrrr
(Stop the war) A rat-a-tat, a rat-a-tat-tat, boi!
A rat-a-tat, a rat-a-tat-tat, look out!

(Stop the war) Throw weh dem dog tags mi brothers and sisters
Cause I ‘n I a lion
(Stop the war) Stand firm, seen
(Stop the war)

Ain't No Dogs

(Scoop-scoop, scoop-scoop)
(Scoop-scoop, scoop-scoop)

Instrumental

Whoo, the royal covenant we make with Jah
Don’t let the barber-man shave off your dreadlocks
Sign of allegiance to the Creator
Are you a conscious lion or a hyena, ki-ki-ki

Ain’t no dogs, we ain’t no bitches
But royal lions and lionesses
We ain’t no dogs, we ain’t no bitches
Majestic emperors and empresses

Don’t give up your more to receive your less
Negativity cursed and positivity blessed
Don’t become a victim of the devil’s caress
Don’t turn your back on life, stop a wishing for death

We ain’t no dogs, we ain’t no bitches
But royal lions and lionesses
We ain’t no dogs, we ain’t no bitches
Majestic emperors and empresses, hey!

Hey yow-yow, what up dog?
Wheh yu a chat bout?!
Brethren, I ‘n I a lion from I-ration!

Instrumental

Listen up mi brothers!
No nigga this and a no nigga that
Emperor Selasie I is where it’s at
So easy for us to fall inna Babylon trap
Put on your crown man it’s more than just a hat, hey

We ain’t no dogs, we ain’t no bitches
But royal lions and lionesses
We ain’t no dogs, we ain’t no bitches
I ‘n I a emperors and empresses

No tat for tit, no tit for tat
Can’t trust blind faith when the facts are the facts
A riddle me this and a riddle me that
If hyena is a dog well ain’t a lion a cat

We ain’t no dogs, we ain’t no bitches
But royal lions and lionesses
We ain’t no dogs, we ain’t no bitches
Majestic emperors and empresses
Hip-hop this mi brethren!

Yow-yow, dirty
Hey, wheh mi seh?! Look like you forget yunno
Cleanliness is next to wha’ … Jah! Jah! Jah! Jah!
Instrumental

Bagga-dam-bam-bam-bam-bam
And then biddi-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow
That ain’t no life to live a mister bow-wow-wow-wow-wow-wow
I seh you ki-ki-ki-ki-ki-ki-ki, and then you a ki-ki-ki
A drive-by, a shoot ‘em up just like a big fat bully
But the harder that they come and is the harder that they fall
Don’t let your mama give the under-taker a call
Can train a dog fi do this, just as easy fi do that
But it’s not that easy Babylon with a lionheart cat

A-royal lions and lionesses (lions and lionesses)
Majestic emperors and empresses (emperors and empresses)
Oh royal lions and lionesses (lions and lionesses)
Majestic emperors and empresses (emperors and empresses)
A-royal lions and lionesses, royal, ah, oh oh-oh-oh
Majestic, royal, majestic …
Come on man, get off that and hold this!

Moors 711 CE

Them just a run-a-run-a-run fi go bolt down them door
Aow, now-now-now
See them a run-a-run-a-run fi go lock up them window
Lordy, lordy, lord-lord-lord, aah

Instrumental

Whoh it was a real backward time
In the history of our little brother Japhet’s Europe
Whoh-oo-whoh-oh
When the Moors entered Spain
Our brothers they were surely lifted up, uh
Agriculture and trade flourished
along with the arts and sciences
Architecture, hygiene and religious …
Religious tolerance practices, I say

Bolt down your windows, lock up your doors
Here come those dark-skinned Moors
Ruled the land of the Conquistadors
There’d be no Spain as we know it if not for the Moors, hey

They settled in the south, ah, a place called Andalusia
Where the horses come from
Introduced Europe to the brightness of Islamic culture
They did not persecute neither Christian
Neither Christian nor Jew, brought …
Brought sophistication to those people
who still didn’t have a clue, hey

Bolt down your windows, lock up your doors
Here come those dark-skinned Moors
Governed the land of the Conquistadors
There’d be no Spain as we know it if not for the Moors, ugh
But teacher never tell we that

Instrumental

They built public bath-houses complete
Complete with flushing toilets
While the English were going in their basements, uh-oh
Using straw to cover over it
What a stench that must have been
Could you ever imagine
And now our European brothers are catching up
It seems they’re ego-tripping, oh now now now now

Bolt down your windows, lock up your doors, hey
Here come those dark-skinned Moors
Took over the land of the Conquistadors
There would be no Spain as we know it if not for the Moors
Guys like Cortez you lucky!

Instrumental

They introduced the Spaniards to the concept …
The concept of street lights
While the rest of brother Japhet’s Europe
They had never, never seen such a sight, hey
After seven hundred and fifty years
The Conquistadors chased the Moors out
The knowledge and the treasures that the Moors left behind
Them use it inna them new world to gain clout, hey

Bolt down your windows, lock up your doors
Here come those dark-skinned Moors
Uplifted the land of the Conquistadors
There’d be no Spain as we know it if not for the Moors, hey

Bolt down your windows, lock up your doors
(Dark-skinned Moors)
Bolt down your windows, lock up your doors
(No Spain as we know it if not for the Moors)

Lock up your windows, bolt down your doors
(Dark-skinned Moors)
Bolt down your windows, lock up your doors
(No Spain as we know it if not for the Moors)

Roots Inna The Reggae

Put back the roots inna the Reggae
mek we jam it like we used to do, oh Lord
‘Cause when we Reggae jam it
the people feel the spirit moving through-oo-ooh, good gosh…
Put back the roots inna the Reggae
mek we jam it like we used to do, oh Lord, Lord
‘Cause when we Reggae jam it
the people feel the spirit moving through-oo-ooh

Instrumental

Hey! sometimes you got to slow it down
or you’ll never really see-ee-ee, zip!
That the power is within us
to gain the true victory (victory)
They got us fighting, fighting one another
do we really know why? aah…
And while we’re busy killing one another
they take our piece of the pie, hey!

Put back the roots inna the Reggae
mek we jam it like we used to do, oh Lord
‘Cause when we Reggae jam it
seh the people feel the spirit moving through-oo-ooh
Good God…
Put back the roots inna the Reggae
mek we jam it like we used to do, oh Lord
‘Cause when we Reggae jam it
some blessings could be in store for you, oh yeah, yeah

Kids of today they’re Grunge-Rockin’ on that …
on that M.T.V., oh
And the brothers they’re Hip-Hoppin’
on that good ol’ B.E.T.
But when my soul is hurting, aawww
what can that do for me?
Yes I need my sweet roots Reggae music
to reach the throne-room of His Majesty
Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo-whooh

Put back the roots inna the Reggae
mek we jam it like we used to do
Put back the roots inna the Reggae
Lift your voices let me hear you
All together let me hear you Jah people

A yagga-yow-yow (yagga-yow-yow)
a yagga-yagga-yeah (yagga-yagga-yeah)
a yagga-yow-yow (yagga-yow-yow)
a yagga-yagga-yeah-yeah (yagga-yagga-yeah-yeah)

Hey yow-yow-yow-yow!
Slave-master what a disaster
No matter what you say you cannot fool the Rasta
We give you water, the Sacred Scripture
Teach you all about the glorious One God culture
And then you whip us
turn us into maid and chauffeur
Throw us off the trail you point
your finger at ol’ Hitler
Ignorance is bliss that’s why we
always miss
And the point that I am trying to make
to you is this
That it’s not a chip, people get a grip
Want you all to get it straight
on that I must insist
‘Cause we give them love and then dem
pay us back with hate
That’s why we’ll surely end up with a
different fate
Seems they’ll never learn, seems they
want to burn
Chant Rastafari if you want to make
a turn

We moving through-oo-ooh
The Soulshakers moving through now
I said-a Rasta children moving through Lord
I said the Soulshakers moving
And then-a Rasta children grooving
A-yes Selassie children moving
I said-a Rasta children grooving
I said Selassie children move, move
move, move, move, move, move, move
move, move, move, move, move, hey …
whoh-yeah…move ya’a!

Conversion 350 CE

This is not a bed-time story
This is a wake-up reality!

Hey! Once upon a time Alexandria, Antioch, and Constantinople
United with the Caesars to become the so-called holy roman empire
They got together to illegalize our African Krst culture
They couldn’t wipe it away so they had to cover it over, ha ha, hey!
With their brainwash propaganda of their imagined Jerusalem pretender, hey hey
They got the whole wide world all of a sudden seeing
A double, double, double, double trouble, hey
The original majestic Nubian Krst hail from Khemet, Africa
While their Semitic Christ came from inventive minds
Of the Greek Jews of Alexandria

In the year 350 of Roman history
We walked away from thousands of years of our ancient …
Ancient glory
In the year 350 of Roman history
We converted to their Hellenized version of Christ, Christianity

The Kushite Pharaohs
Moved the Kingdom to the city of Meroe
When they saw that the Caesars were trying so viciously
To steal our show, so …

In the Pisces age of old it shouldn’t be a wonder
One fish swimming upstream
The other headed for deep, deep, deep water
Now this new Hellenized state of Rome’s Byzantine Empire
Was adapted by King Ezana, an Abyssinian of a Semitic order
He confronted his Hamitic countryman, talkin’ bout the Kushite Pharaoh
In Meroe he sank Pharaoh’s crown in the bottom of the …
The sacred Nile River, hey

In the year 350 of Roman history
We walked away from thousands of years of our Hamitic …
Prophetical glory
In the year 350 of Roman history, hey
Ten thousand careless Ethiopians left Mother Isis
To hail Mary, whoh-ooh

Hey, hey, hey, Constantine and Justinian
And the one Theodora
Just a few of the tricksters’ names
Our children should look out for
Hey! Get wisdom children

So now we know the story of victorious King Ezana
And how that versioned Christ-ianity
Entered the gates of I-thiopia
The Vatican Jewish carpenter
Replaced our majestic Krst Pharaoh
We are getting so much closer to the Truth of this whole
Anti-Krstic matter, whoh-oo-oh

In the year 350 of Roman history
Ten thousand careless Ethiopians in spiritual captivity
Yes the year 350, Judaeo-Christian version-ology
Conversion time, come on Ethiopians
Got to set ourselves free
In that year 350 Vatican trickery
In the year 350, come on Ethiopians
Set yourselves free
Emperor Haile Selassie I, Jah!

Dem Crucify The Gong

Spabba-yap, spabba-ya

Hey! Brother Bob Marley was everyone’s Tuff Gong
Captivated hearts and souls with his Redemption Song
The C.I.A. them never like it, Bob Marley & The Wailers’ rebel music
Them put the Gong ‘pon them hit list
But how could you stop a natural mystic, hey…

Dem crucify the Gong
But the Gong still coming on strong
Dem crucify the Gong, whoh!
But you can’t stop the Rastaman

Not too long after that
Was it any wonder that he got shot
Every time a conscious black man get up and take a stand
Look at Dr. Martin Luther, and good ol’ brother Nelson Mandela
Rebel against their oppressors, we can tell you a thing or two
about terror, hey…

Dem crucify the Gong, yeah-yeah
But the Gong still coming on strong
Mi seh dem crucify the Gong, whoh!
But you can’t stop the Rastaman

Instrumental

I used to sit by his room window
At two and three in the morning
Not a creature was stirring
I could hear brother Nesta wailin’, singing
Music got you dancing
Out on the floor, yes … ugh!
Sweet Reggae music
Surely got you begging for more, hey…

Dem crucify the Gong, ugh
But the Gong still coming on strong, hey!
Dem crucify the Gong, ugh
But you can’t stop the Rastaman

And I see Ziggy, Stevie, Damian, and Julian
Carrying on the Gong’s tradition
Got to feed real food to our people
‘Cause junk-food only make their minds feeble
So whether a Soulshaker
Or a sweet Melody-Maker
I ‘n I a step it like a Wailer, so Babylon
I seh you doomed to failure, bi-bow!

Dem crucify the Gong
But the Gong still coming on strong, hey!
Dem crucify the Gong, Lord! Lord!
But you can’t stop the Rastaman

Say, say dem…dem crucify the Gong, ugh!
Gong still coming on strong, strong, strong
Crucify the Gong, Lord!
but you can’t stop the Rastaman, hey!

Tuff-Tuff-Tuff, Ruff and Tuff Gong
The Gong still coming on strong
Dem crucify, whoh-whoh-whoh-whoh
But you can’t stop the Rastaman

I said, I said, Ruff and Tuff, Ruff-Tuff Gong
Still coming on strong
Dem crucify the Gong, Lord! Lord! Lord! Lord! Lord! Lord!
Can’t stop the Rastaman

Occupation 30 BCE

Trod we a trod, we a trod, we a trod, we a trod through the time
(Trod … trod) ……. Hey!

When ancient Africa and Rome briefly became one
Through the birth of Cleopatra’s and Julius Caesar’s son
Augustus in Rome, oh no, no he didn’t like that so (oh no)
He ordered the boy’s demise, was it by crucifixion?!
The young man’s name was none other than Caesarion
Was he the last African Krst of ancient Khemet land, no!
At the same time the bible say Jesus walk earth as God’s Son
The Living God still trod the land in the African Krst Kingdom, hey

When we trod through the time of the year 30 BCE
It’s a Roman Occupation, all for them none for you and me

The Romans came with their wicked taxation system (system, system)
Made up their man-made laws for each and every little thing, ugh!
Augustus turned against the Kingdom of the Living God
Caesarion was killed at seventeen, Cleopatra was so sad
Rage and jealousy, they couldn’t believe what they see
Children of the Living God, living in Supreme Harmony, hey!
Thank God for the Kushite Pharaoh who escape to Ethiopia
With the Ark of the Covenant in the name of Our Father

When we trod through the time of the year 30 BCE
It’s a Roman Occupation, all for them none for you and me

Where there’s no vision the people surely perish
Where ignorance is bliss we fade away and vanish
Fed us to the lions in their colosseums
Organized downpression in their world of competition
Hectic world of competition

Instrumental

Hey! Who would dare to turn against the Kingdom of the Living God
Two thousand years ago Rome’s white house
Turn against the Living God, whoh-ooh!
So now it seems that we’re headed, headed in the wrong direction
Upside-down counter-culture, my people tricked by the trickster, satan, hey
No want your outer-space, ugh! Nuclear disaster
Returning to the inner-space of our Divine Heart-Chamber
Just like our wise, our ancient, blessed fore-fathers
Long before we know what they just now know
But we chose to follow God’s orders, hey

When we trod through the time of the year 30 BCE
It’s a Roman Occupation, all for them none for you and me
Travelling through time to the year 30 BCE
We see them trying to flip the script, re-write our sacred I-story
Oh no! Couldn’t let you do that
Oh no! We won’t let you do that
Oh no! Oh no no no no no no no no no no no no no no

Secret Society

Come and let me tell you a (secret)
Everybody got a little (secret)
Them no wan’ me tell you this (secret)
Come here lemme tell you something!

Instrumental

Hey you!
Secret society workers don’t you be mistaken
Secret society workers the Lion has awakened

I see a group of people pushing them new world order
Using fear and illusion to mis-govern the Lion’s dominion, hey!
These are the workers of inequity, the devil’s own disciples
They steal I language and I culture, wanna be the chosen people, singing

Secret society workers don’t you be mistaken
Secret society workers the Lion has awakened, ooh

What’s hidden in the darkness must be revealed to light
How much longer I’ve got to know must we continue to fight one another

Come and let me tell you a (secret)
Everybody got a little (secret)
Them no wan’ me tell you this (shhh … secret)
Hey yow! Check this!

I hear seh one a them name Rocky Feller
Give bin Ladin the power
Build Israel inna Palestine to start war and disorder
A capitalistic society, a communistic party
To separate the people you see, bring about dis-unity, hey

Secret society workers don’t you be mistaken
Secret society workers the Lion has awakened, hey

What’s hidden in the darkness must be revealed to light
How much longer I’ve got to know must we continue to kill one another
You never learn nothing from the past man?!
(Secret, secret, secret, secret, secret …)

Instrumental

So now we know that in Rome they built the Vatican
To take our eyes off of Krst African
But righteousness must forever stand
Give I back I God-King I-thiopian
Finance the African slavery, and the Nazi war party
But the Lion, the Lion, the Lion we know Love is a reality
Seh the Lion, the Lion, the Lion we know Love is a reality now
Say the Lion, the Lion, the Lion, the Lion, the Lion we know
Love is a reality, hey!
Love is a reality now now now now
Love … Love-a, Love-a, Love-a, Love-a, Love, Love
Love is a reality, hey Secret!
Love is a reality … cant’, you can’t, you can’t stop this
No no, la-la-la-la-la-la-la, yeah
Love is a reality, hey! Stop fooling the people warmonger
Love is a reality, you hear me children
Love is a reality, don’t listen to them

Intervention 330 BCE

(Oooh oo-ooh, oooh oo …)
Oh yes in the time of the Babylonian persecution
The Jews they sought refuge inna Khemet-land, again?! (again!)
Where they were employed by those Persian invaders
To fight against their majestic protectors (Khemet-land)
Sometimes it’s so hard for us to turn, turn the other cheek
Especially when someone is trying so hard
To knock out your two front teeth, hey! (again!)
The High Priest said let us call upon the armies of the Greeks
To assist us in the Persian invaders defeat, hey!

In the year 330 BCE, time of the Greek Intervention
Yes, Alexander’s people really start to see
Awaken them to spirituality
That’s when the Captain really set them free

And when the great Alexander, when he came and he saw (shock and awe)
He never saw such splendor, it was really shock and awe (shock!)
That’s when their great, great, great thinkers truly started emerging
In Khemet’s libraries you could see them diligently studying (studying)
From the one Plato, to Aristotle and Eudoxus (studying)
And to the likes of Socrates and the one Pythagorus (studying)
And to our eager students, the Greek Jews of Alexandria (studying)
The story of Krst Horus became like a national treasure

In the year 330 BCE, time of the Greek Intervention
That’s when the Ptolemies they really start to see
Awaken them to spirituality
That’s when the Captain really set them free

Whoh it was part of the Most High’s plan (shooby-dup, shoo-wap)
To elevate the consciousness of the surrounding lands (shubby-dup, shoo-wap)
They came to the Kingdom and beheld the Radiant One, yeah (ooh-ah)
By the light of the royal Lighthouse they were guided in the right direction
You remember children?!

One day all of a sudden seems like out of nowhere
Zeus he made way for Heh-Zeus (Jesus) seems like out of thin air
On the same day the original, the first Krst Lord Horus
He became so Hellenized, He became Christ Jesus
And suddenly we find ourselves hailing someone by the name of Mary
But Isis-Meri she don’t mind, she says, “just you remember me”
And at the end of every prayer if you find you’re saying Amen
The High Priests of Amen-Ra, Rastafari, still got you chanting, hey!

In the year 330 BCE, time of the Greek Intervention
They shot off in a different direction
In the year 330 BCE, time of the Greek Intervention
And their hell-hell-Hellenized Christ version
In the year 330 BCE …

Joshua 1200 BCE

Aaaaow … a-zibbi-zip zibbi-zip-zwi-zee … zwee-zubbi-zway

In Sunday school we were told that Ham Looked on his father’s nakedness
That’s why his brothers saw it fit to enslave the son of the Prophet
Canaan was supposedly cursed to be servants and hand-maids
A convenient labor force for the cotton-fields of Shem and Japhet
But guess what was uncovered by Japhet’s archaeologists
The Semite Joshua was known as the robber in our ancient Hieroglyphics

Time to clear the name of the great Watusi warrior
Chased out of Canaan land by Joshua the robber
Our once great nation, oh, Zanzibar warrior
Chased out of Canaan land by Joshua the robber

It’s a divide and conquer trick by those secret societies
With names like masons, skull and bones, and illuminati
When we turn our backs on our deep-rooted African culture
New world order swoop down on us just like a vulture
They say their jealous and angry god appeared to them in a vision
Told them to go to the land of the giants and-a ransack Canaan land

Time to clear the name of the great Watusi warrior
Chased out of Canaan land by Joshua the robber, hey!
A once great nation, oh, Zanzibar warrior
Chased out of Canaan land by Joshua the robber, hey!
Hold up Joshua!

Instrumental

The Living God shared His Sacred Word with those invading barbarians
Suddenly appeared on earth Hebrews, Muslims, and Christians
They built Israel inna Canaan land, worshipped the Canaanite pantheon
The Lord Elohim in his many aspects, Adonai. Yahweh, and on and on
So Shaq, Kareem, and Rodman let me remind you who we are
From the land of the giants near the Red Sea, from an ancient land afar

Time to clear the name of the great Watusi warrior
Chased out of Canaan land by Joshua the robber
Our once great nation, oh Zanzibar warrior
Chased out of Canaan land, whoh! by Joshua the robber

Seems we were fair game, oh! Great Watusi warrior
Locked down in captivity inna them new world order
In them basketball hall of fame, Jah! Zanzibar warrior
Chased out of Canaan land by Joshua the robber, whoh!

Oh now now now now now, set them free Joshua!

Stop The War

Hey yow! Mi seh what did you say?
How many troops did you kill off today
Hey yow! Mi seh what did you say?
Stop the war, war’s not the way

Ma-ma-ma mama, ma-ma-ma mama, ma-ma-ma-ma mama …
(You got my mama crying cause her children them are dying)

(Oo-ooh, oo-oo-oooh)

Stop, stop, people say to stop the war
(Stop the war)
Stop, stop, what we need is no more war
(Stop the war)

How many body-bags do we really need to see
(fightin’)
Coming home from those bloody oil-fields
(fightin’, fightin’)
Whether you’re a Christian, Muslim, Buddhist or Jew
(tired a di fightin’)
Don’t let ol’ satan gain no control over you, hey

Stop, stop, people say to stop the war
(Stop the war)
Stop, stop, people crying out for
(Stop the war)

Peace on earth for all mankind
That’s what we need today, children crying
(ooh ooh oo oo oo oooh)
No more war of any kind
That’s what we need today-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-ay, hey!
(ooh ooh oo oooh oo ooh)
We’ve got to stop that war!

Instrumental

Some people, they’re sitting in high places
(high places)
They’re pulling strings, you can’t see their faces
Selling tanks and missiles, big big business
(big business … big-shot business)
They don’t want peace, what they want? More bloodstained riches, hey!

Stop, stop, people say to stop the war
(Stop the war)
Stop, stop, whole world shouting out for
(Stop the war)
Peace on earth for all mankind
That’s what we need today, children crying
(ooh ooh oo oo oo oooh)
No more war of any kind
That’s what we need today-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-ay, hey!
(ooh ooh oo oooh oo ooh)
We’ve got to stop that war!

Instrumental

Mothers crying, who is the victim
(Oo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh)
Losing their children to corrupted system, ugh
(Big-shot system)
New millennium and it’s a brand new day
(Oo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh)
Nothing seems to change, same old war games that they play
(Big-shot system, system)

Stop, stop, people say to stop the war
(Stop the war)
Stop, stop, what we need is no more …
(Stop the war)

(Stop the war) A rat-a-tat, a rat-a-tat-tat, boi!
A rat-a-tat, a rat-a-tat-tat, brrrr
(Stop the war) A rat-a-tat, a rat-a-tat-tat, boi!
A rat-a-tat, a rat-a-tat-tat, look out!
(Stop the war … stop the war … stop the war …)

Humiliation 1700 BCE

Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo!

Whoh! After they whipped us and stripped us of our I-ncient language
Their English bible stories told us that our Pharaoh was hard-hearted
But in my pursuit of Truth you wouldn’t believe what I stumbled on
In our ancestors Hieroglyphics said the heroes of the bible are the villains
Came into the Kingdom with their pluck-out-your-eye
Came in with their knock-out-your-teeth
Yet the Living God held on to His Enlightenment of-of-of-of-of
Turn the other cheek

1700 BCE time, time of the Great Humiliation
Shem oppressed his brother Ham
In his very own African Kingdom

These Semites were the chosen people of our Pharaoh the Living God
For they had been following a god of darkness like a jealous and angry mob
We admitted Osarsiph to the Priesthood but he caused us so much grief
He started a rebellion based upon his anti-Krstic beliefs
Rallied the tribes of Noah’s son, Shem, against the Prophet Ham
Sent for his mercenary-minded countrymen, whoh! two hundred thousand strong

1700 BCE ugh! time of the Great Humiliation
Out of greed and jealousy
Pharaoh’s chosen bit Him on the hand, whoh-ooh

They never taught us these things in their …
Their churches and schools, oh-no-no-no
Their way of ensuring a society of graduated fools, now!

Osarsiph he was called Moses by those invaders from the Northeast
Stole the Ark of the Covenant from the sanctuary of the High Priest
Krst Horus (Christ), Isis Meri (Mary), and Amen Ra (Amen)
Gave them the Wisdom Key
Yet in the name of their angry Moon-god, Sin
They sought a hollow victory

1700 BCE ugh! time of the Great Humiliation
Anti-Hamitic equals anti-African
What a … a wicked invasion, ugh!

Abram the Chaldean changed his name to Abra-Ham
For his people were enlightened by the Teachings of that …
Prophetical African, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah!

Instrumental

After hundreds of years of genetic mingling, if you know what I mean
Those Semitic Asiatic shepherds became Africanized kings and queens
Spiritual, physical, intellectual they began to change and grow
The Hebrew language started to develop because they were chosen by Pharaoh

1700 BCE (time), time of the Great Humiliation
Over five hundred years of oppression
And Pharaoh end up on a reservation
1700 BCE (time), time of the Great Humiliation
King James bible turn it round
Make I ‘n I ‘n I-ah look like the villain

1700 BCE (time), time of the Great Humiliation
The whole world is upside-down
Religious misinterpretation

1700 BCE (time), time of the Great Humiliation
Rameses He got fed-up
Put an end to the terrorist invasion

Khemet 4500 BCE

In the fertile Nile Valley thousands of years ago
The African Krst still ruled the land as our majestic Pharaoh, ah!
Original King of the Kingdom, original Lord of Creation
Original Guardian Lion from the line of Noah’s African son, Ham, hey!

Oh ancient land of Khemet 4500 BCE
Mama Africa in her ancient glory, high time we hear the full story

History is his-story could never never never be mine
So mysterious is my-story, good God! Yes He gave us all the signs
The sacred writing known as Hieroglyphics, Original Word of Ham the Prophet
Father of Hebrew and the Alphabet, couldn’t read and write today if not for it, say say

Oh ancient land of Khemet 4500 BCE
Mama Africa in her ancient glory, time we hear the other half of this ya story, say say

The Sphinx still stands today on Saharan sands
As a living testament to the works of ancient Nubian hands
Some say the Frenchman, Napoleon, shot its nose off with a cannon, hey!
Why would you want to hide the identity that Pharaoh was an African
Original Living God-Man … why did you do that?!

Ethiopia, Canaan, Egypt, and Somalia was once United Khemet-Land you see
Later divided by the Greco-Roman empire into four lands separately, ha ha ha
These four Sons of the Ham the Prophet governed Africa so majestically
Without the root there would be no fruit, no-no-no-no Judaeo-Christianity, oh

Oh ancient land of Khemet 4500 BCE
Mama Africa in her ancient glory, high time we hear the whole story, a-na-na-na …

In the mosques and the synagogues of this ya … this ya world today
Not one mention of the African Krst, what He had to say
The wise Pharaoh Akhenaton yeah-ah, showed His beloved disciples the way
Original One God Aton (Adonai) paved the way for Allah and Yahweh
Exposed them to the Radiant Light of Day

As it was in the very beginning so High
So it is in this ya time for the Children of Fari
Our majestic Pharaoh He was never hard-hearted
Trying to fool us with their version scripture passage
What in the world could have been King James motive, don’t you get it
A fool and his treasures are soon surely parted
While our ancestors’ treasures locked in the vaults of the Vatican
We suffer inna them ghetto trying to be good Christians

Ancient land … Khemet, African glory … Khemet
Ancient land … Khemet, African Kingdom … Khemet
Ancient land … Khemet, African glory … Khemet

Rootsman Time

Aaaahhh-aah-a-oi! Nay-oh-oh, nay-oh-oh, nay-ah-oi!
(Neh-neh-neh, neh-neh-neh, neh-neh-neh, neh-neh-na-ow)
(Neh-neh-neh, neh-neh-neh, neh-neh-neh, neh-neh-na-ow)
(Neh-neh-neh, neh-neh-neh, neh-neh-neh, neh-neh-na-ow)
(Neh-neh-neh, neh-neh-neh, neh-neh-neh, neh-neh-na-ow)

Ding-ding-ding-doi, diggi-diggi-ding-ding-doi
Ding-dong-dong-ding-dong-doi, diggi-diggi-ding-dong-doi

Roots-a-roots-a-roots rebel music, roots-a-roots-a-roots
Roots-a-roots-a-roots rebel music, roots-a-roots-a-roots

Seh we coming, we coming, we coming to play roots music, lemme tell you why
So much trouble in the world the little children need it, hey!
So mister record company man don’t try to refuse it
Sleeping souls come alive when the Rastaman chant-a-chant-a-chant-a-chant

Rootsman time rebel music, rootsman time
Rootsman time rebel music, rootsman time

Roots music make the whole wide world go round and round
Rainbow children come together now let’s make a joyful sound
Won’t re-arrange just to be no circus clown
Can’t dilute it cause this ain’t no water down-down-down, what’s this?!

Rootsman time rebel music, rootsman time
Rootsman time rebel music, rootsman time
When we play roots music got the whole house jumping
Feeling irie, feeling irie
When we play roots music got the whole world skanking
Feeling irie, feeling irie, hey!

Roots-a-roots-a-roots rebel music, roots-a-roots-a-roots
Roots-a-roots-a-roots rebel music, roots-a-roots-a-roots

To pimp reggae music is what some guys want, oooh
But it’s not what you want mister it’s what beats in my heart of hearts
(Heart of hearts)
So stand firm Rastaman, can’t tear the roots apart
Roots music is a blessing be clever and stop playing … don’t play smart

Rootsman time rebel music, rootsman time
Rootsman time rebel music, rootsman time

When we play roots music got the whole world jumping
Feeling irie, feeling irie
When we play roots music got the whole world skanking
Feeling irie, feeling irie

(Neh-neh-neh, neh-neh-neh, neh-neh-neh, neh-neh-na-ow)
(Neh-neh-neh, neh-neh-neh, neh-neh-neh, neh-neh-na-ow)
Nay-oh-oh, nay-oh-oh, nay-ah-oi!
(Neh-neh-neh, neh-neh-neh, neh-neh-neh, neh-neh-na-ow)
(Neh-neh-neh, neh-neh-neh, neh-neh-neh, neh-neh-na-ow)
Talkin’ ‘bout the roots, hey! Roots-a-roots-a-roots
Seh we coming with the roots, whoi! Roots-a-roots-a-roots

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