Rhythm Rock

Angelo Moore:
Ladies and gentlemen, lions and lionesses
King cats of the jungle and pussycats of the Sahara
When it comes to music everybody knows about the cool cats of jazz
but when it comes to reggae what cha'll know about these rude scratch lions?

Junor Francis: If you're ready let them hear you!

Black Shakespeare:
Yeah we're ready, ready, ready to rock it steady

Alex: Bless up Dreadie
Malik: Yeah, dub it heavy ya'll

Black Shakespeare:
V1
King of the jungle, from JA to LA to the rivers of Humboldt
Lion roar and the speakers go (roar)
Babylon stumble, tumble and crumble
Earthquaker - blaze up for acres
Echo, echo, echo the sounds of Jamaica
Lazer beams, supreme overstanding
Walk and we talk like a champion, free Buju Banton
from Kingston to Compton, Ochie to Oakland, Trenchtown to Upland
Treasure Isle to Trojan, lion wicked and wild from ocean to ocean
In a motion, strutting in that jungle style for generations we blazing it I

Kick it up, don't stop. Pick it up, let the rhythm drop.

V2
No we never, never... no joker smoker
I'm the toaster that burn that mota
That makes them locas loca
Police and thieves want fe march like soldier
Red, gold and green, roots and culture
It's sunshine to sunset from East to West
Bless to my lioness, the Queen Mother and the Emperess
Bless that Cali cess.

Kick it up, don't stop. Pick it up, let the rhythm drop.

V3
I said the analogue, analogue style
Kicking up the dubs from Chavez to Miracle Mile
Big up, big up Reggae Pops and Dusk
on a riddim in a spiritual high
On a mission I vibe with I bredren
Audiophile rock 45's reel up, backspin
Relaxing on the Gold Coast, listening to
Coxsone Dodd at the controls
Pass go on the freeway, 101 to 405
It's 4: 20, Pacifica time, Lions on the chalice with stars in their eyes
The angels in the city look so pretty
Make them lowriders low and lounge back in their Caddies.
Vibrating out from the trunk
The bass speakers go (ba-bump ba-bump)
And the gal, them wind them (ba-dunka dunk)
Got that skunk and that reggae riddim funk
From up the beach to the concrete jungle
Lions sound roar make them speakers grumble
Rumble, skank up an' bubble
Leave all your troubles
Got all them ladies crazy and tasty
Cook it up, cook it up master chef Hastie.