Herb Defenda
Whoa whoa whoa
Chalice in'a we palm
Babylon you're gone
Whoa whoa whoa
Them your rasta youths are not gon' calm
It's gonna be a weepin' and a moanin'
If them put a finger upon me herb
It's gonna be a weepin' and a moanin'
Babylon are gon get what them deserve
And a'oneness the youth them sit up in all a'reverence
Babylon them want be sneak up upon a'me residence
Out in me fields and the youth wake up them in a decadence
True and chalice will trick up pick your preference
Them talk them uttering no make no sense fighting my fight but we cut up with such excellence
Said that it's illegal, show me where's the evidence
This are the fumigation for your pestilence
It's gonna be a weepin' and a moanin'
If them put a finger upon me herb
It's gonna be a weepin' and a moanin'
Babylon are gon get what them deserve
Hey no touch me ganja
Fire will burn up you and your people
We them can't conquer
Just like i'm coming through the eye of a needle
Whoa whoa whoa
Chalice in'a we palm
Babylon you're gone
Whoa whoa whoa
Them your rasta youths are not gon' calm
Yes, through the natty upon me head them want to stop the herb consumption
Chalice me'a burn from westmoreland to junction cops a'pull me over still the beast we'll have a run from
Them a'bring a and not saw the rasta function
Look how we neat and we proper
Them a'fight the rasta and thats the meat of the matter
The herb it is the healing of the nation trouble the indica or sativa
It's gonna be a weepin' and a moanin'
If them put a finger upon me herb
It's gonna be a weepin' and a moanin'
Babylon are gon get what them deserve
Hey no touch me ganja
Fire will burn up you and your people we them can't conquer
Coming through the eye of a needle
Whoa whoa whoa
Chalice in'a we palm
Babylon you're gone
Whoa whoa whoa
Them your rasta youths are not gon' calm
It's gonna be a weepin' and a moanin'
If them put a finger upon this herb
It's gonna be a weepin' and a moanin'
Rasta is the cleansing of this earth
And a'one days the youth them sit up in all a'reverence
Babylon them want be sneak up upon a'me residence
These days the youth wake up them in a decadence
True and chalice will trick up pick your preference
Chalice in'a we palm
Babylon you're gone
Whoa whoa whoa
Them your rasta youths are not gon' calm
It's gonna be a weepin' and a moanin'
If them put a finger upon me herb
It's gonna be a weepin' and a moanin'
Babylon are gon get what them deserve
And a'oneness the youth them sit up in all a'reverence
Babylon them want be sneak up upon a'me residence
Out in me fields and the youth wake up them in a decadence
True and chalice will trick up pick your preference
Them talk them uttering no make no sense fighting my fight but we cut up with such excellence
Said that it's illegal, show me where's the evidence
This are the fumigation for your pestilence
It's gonna be a weepin' and a moanin'
If them put a finger upon me herb
It's gonna be a weepin' and a moanin'
Babylon are gon get what them deserve
Hey no touch me ganja
Fire will burn up you and your people
We them can't conquer
Just like i'm coming through the eye of a needle
Whoa whoa whoa
Chalice in'a we palm
Babylon you're gone
Whoa whoa whoa
Them your rasta youths are not gon' calm
Yes, through the natty upon me head them want to stop the herb consumption
Chalice me'a burn from westmoreland to junction cops a'pull me over still the beast we'll have a run from
Them a'bring a and not saw the rasta function
Look how we neat and we proper
Them a'fight the rasta and thats the meat of the matter
The herb it is the healing of the nation trouble the indica or sativa
It's gonna be a weepin' and a moanin'
If them put a finger upon me herb
It's gonna be a weepin' and a moanin'
Babylon are gon get what them deserve
Hey no touch me ganja
Fire will burn up you and your people we them can't conquer
Coming through the eye of a needle
Whoa whoa whoa
Chalice in'a we palm
Babylon you're gone
Whoa whoa whoa
Them your rasta youths are not gon' calm
It's gonna be a weepin' and a moanin'
If them put a finger upon this herb
It's gonna be a weepin' and a moanin'
Rasta is the cleansing of this earth
And a'one days the youth them sit up in all a'reverence
Babylon them want be sneak up upon a'me residence
These days the youth wake up them in a decadence
True and chalice will trick up pick your preference
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Writer(s): Keron Salmon, Joshua David Freeman
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