Ah sound dead! Ah sound dead, ah sound dead, ah sound dead! Dubplate bus up inna sound bwoy head! Ah sound dead, ah sound dead, ah sound dead! True we ah run di place red. Mi parl, dubplate gon' murder dem you know we stand firm again. Dis the champion! Mi parl, that nah gon' work again! Fire come burn again, listen when mi talk again the champion sound inna the area!
About real, I'm on tour when you're beggin it. We done slept on more floors than you ever did, pedal to the medal and I'm heavier than metal is. Put on the kettle, go and settle, you're not ready kid! And sometimes I feel luckier than seven, but otherwise I'm fucking feeling sucky like a lemon dip... I bun lemon, go heaven, no hedonist, but some lemons grow dreads and try level it. I keep the sound locked down like I sent it bing. You go round and round like a wedding ring, Tom Araya, I'm a Slayer and I shred it like Kerry King. Soundboy test and I'm deading him, bring a style to the table, they're breadin it. Any head, you best check if you're steppin in, burn your path, I'll make mine and I'm treading it, boiling point and I'm cool but you're sweating it.
Ref. [x4] I won't hesitate to let a soundboy know I will dead him.
Take all my take all my take all my lifelines, gone! Never got to ever get it done! [x3]
It's our revolution. Where ya gonna find a solution now? Get the direction that makes that sound? Better get a little bitter but you better get down! Our revolution! Ride that bass with me now cause I'm gonna get down and this instant you'll get knocked down, better get a little bitter but you better get down!
Ref. [x4]
Look I done said, too much violence and bloodshed. But to these cunts there hasn't been enough yet, spreading lies like herpes in a dumb sket that hasn't worked out yet what happens to her from sex with multiple unprotected partners, to the bar - get plastered, but can't quite be asked with the answers, "Oh Bladeblahblah is in the dance". I laugh hard cos I'm a bastard. Bars? You wouldn't pass 'em, you wanna be a dictator like Stalin? You're a prick and you're a snake in the garden. I tell you to "fuck off" like I was taking a parring and I break the rules like a Muslim eating bacon while fasting. Aside from that I'm taking my chances, I'm hating your marches, I'll kick out your cars like it's garbage, I don't give a larbage, I'm nasty like Marcus, I'll stop when I dance on your carcass.
I ain't got no problem with ya soundboy. But we both know I could take ya down boy. You can't take it. I ain't got no problem with ya soundboy. But we both know I could take ya down boy.
I ain't got no problem with ya soundboy. But we both know I could take ya down boy. You can't take it. I ain't got no problem with ya soundboy.
And though you stand your ground, we both know I'm so right, come over to our side we'll jam until the sun rise... [x4]
Ah sound dead! Ah sound dead, ah sound dead, ah sound dead! Dubplate bus up inna sound bwoy head!
Ah sound dead! Ah sound dead, ah sound dead, ah sound dead! True we ah run di place red. Mi parl, dubplate gon' murder dem you know we stand firm again. Dis the champion! Mi parl, that nah gon' work again! Fire come burn again, listen when mi talk again the champion sound inna the area!
Ref. [x5]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
