Rhythm of Life

Nice up yo'self inna de riddim of life!
Pa yaa yap.
Nice up yo'self inna de riddim of life!
Pa yaa yap.

Now listen to me people in this age of riddim,
Every man got to know what he's got within.
Like baby Angela living next door,
She dubbing it up from the age of four.

Nice up yo'self inna de riddim of life!
Pa yaa yap.
Nice up yo'self inna de riddim of life!
Pa yaa yap.

Nice up yo'self inna de riddim of life!
Pa yaa yap.
Nice up yo'self inna de riddim of life!
Pa yaa yap.

Time of illusion has got you confused,
I can see in your eyes, that you're battered and bruised.
Like your grandfather cutting sugar cane,
I wonder why he survive the pain?
When them lick him with the whip,
Grampa kill him with the rhythm.
Them lick him with the whip,
Grampa gi'him the rhythm.
Them lick him with the whip,
Grampa kill him with the rhythm.
Them lick him with the whip,
Grampa kill him with the rhythm, yea, yea!

Nice up yo'self inna de riddim of life!
Pa yaa yap.
Nice up yo'self inna de riddim of life!
Pa yaa yap.
Nice up yo'self inna de riddim of life!
Pa yaa yap.

Let it flow, let it flow.
Y mas gan, ulaghize!
Y mas gan!

Bass man play.
Bass man what you say.

Country boy, city slicker.



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Kenneth Cooper
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