Rebel Music

Rub, rub, rubby-doo-day;
Rum-pum-pum a-rum-pum-pum-pum!
Dready got a job to do
And he's got to fulfill that mission
To see his hurt is their greatest ambition, yeah!
But-a we will survive in this world of competition,
'cause no matter what they do
Natty keep on comin'through,
And no matter what they say-ay-ay-ay,
Natty de deh every day. yeah!
Natty dread rides again,
Through the mystics of tomorrow,
Natty dread rides again:
Have no fear, have no sorrow, yeah!

All and all you see a-gwan
Is to fight against rastaman.
So they build their world in great confusion
To force on us the devil's illusion.
But the stone that the builder refuse
Shall be the head cornerstone,
And no matter what game they play,
Eh, we got something they could never take away;
We got something they could never take away:

And it's the fire (fire), it's the fire (fire)
That's burning down everything:
Feel that fire (fire), the fire (fire);
Only the birds have their wings, yeah!
No time to be deceived.
Oh, brothers, you should know and not believe:
Jah say this judgement - it could never be with water,
No water could put out this fire (fire):
This fire (fire), this fire (fire),
This fire (fire), a yaga y'all! ride, natty, ride!
Go deh, dready, go deh,
'cause now the fire is out of control,
Panic in the city, wicked weeping for their gold!
Everywhere this fiyah is burning,
Destroying and melting their gold,
Destroying and waisting their souls.

Go ride, natty, ride!
Go deh, dready! go deh!

Tell you what: now the people gather on the beach
And the leader try to make a speech,
But the dreadies understandin' that it's too late:
Fire is burning;
Man, pull your own weight!
Fiyah is burning;
Man, pull your own weight!
Natty dread rides again (natty dread rides again);
And me say, go deh, dready! go deh! (go deh, go deh)
Oh ride, natty, ride! (dread rides again)
And go deh, dready! (go deh, go deh)
Ridin' through the storm,
Riding through the calm (go deh, go deh).
Oh ride, natty, ride!
Go deh, dready, go deh!
Ride, natty, ride!
Go deh, dready, do deh! /fadeout/

[*sleeve notes:
We riding thru the thick;
We riding thru the thin;
Ride natty, ride natty.]

Until the philosophy which hold one race superior
And another
Inferior
Is finally
And permanently
Discredited
And abandoned -
Everywhere is war -
Me say war.

That until there no longer
First class and second class citizens of any nation
Until the colour of a man's skin
Is of no more significance than the colour of his eyes -
Me say war.

That until the basic human rights
Are equally guaranteed to all,
Without regard to race -
Dis a war.

That until that day
The dream of lasting peace,
World citizenship
Rule of international morality
Will remain in but a fleeting illusion to be pursued,
But never attained -
Now everywhere is war - war.

And until the ignoble and unhappy regimes
That hold our brothers in angola,
In mozambique,
South africa
Sub-human bondage
Have been toppled,
Utterly destroyed -
Well, everywhere is war -
Me say war.

War in the east,
War in the west,
War up north,
War down south -
War - war -
Rumours of war.
And until that day,
The african continent
Will not know peace,
We africans will fight - we find it necessary -
And we know we shall win
As we are confident
In the victory

Of good over evil -
Good over evil, yeah!
Good over evil -
Good over evil, yeah!
Good over evil -
Good over evil, yeah! /fadeout/

So much trouble in the world
So much trouble in the world

Bless my eyes this morning
Jah sun is on the rise once again
The way earthly thin's are goin'
Anything can happen.

You see men sailing on their ego trip,
Blast off on their spaceship,
Million miles from reality:
No care for you, no care for me.

So much trouble in the world;
So much trouble in the world.
All you got to do: give a little (give a little),
Give a little (give a little), give a little (give a little)!
One more time, ye-ah! (give a little) ye-ah! (give a little)
Ye-ah! (give a little) yeah!

So you think you've found the solution,
But it's just another illusion!
(so before you check out this tide),
Don't leave another cornerstone
Standing there behind, eh-eh-eh-eh!
We've got to face the day;
(ooh) ooh-wee, come what may:
We the street people talkin',
Yeah, we the people strugglin'.


Now they sitting on a time bomb; (bomb-bomb-bomb! bomb-bomb-bomb!)
Now i know the time has come: (bomb-bomb-bomb! bomb-bomb-bomb!)
What goes on up is coming on down, (bomb-bomb-bomb! bomb-bomb-bomb!)
Goes around and comes around. (bomb-bomb-bomb! bomb-bomb-bomb!)

So much trouble in the world;
So much trouble in the world;
So much trouble in the world.
There is so much trouble (so much trouble in the world);
There is so much trouble;
There is so much trouble (so much in the world);
There is so much trouble;
There is so much trouble in the world (so much trouble in the world);
There is (so much in the world);
(so much trouble in the world)

Them crazy, them crazy -
We gonna chase those crazy
Baldheads out of town;
Chase those crazy baldheads
Out of our town.

I'n'i build a cabin;
I'n'i plant the corn;
Didn't my people before me
Slave for this country?
Now you look me with that scorn,
Then you eat up all my corn.

We gonna chase those crazy -
Chase them crazy -
Chase those crazy baldheads out of town!
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/scat singing/
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Build your penitentiary, we build your schools,
Brainwash education to make us the fools.
Hate is your reward for our love,
Telling us of your god above.

We gonna chase those crazy -
Chase those crazy bunkheads -
Chase those crazy baldheads out of the yown!
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/instrumental break/
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We gonna chase those crazy -
Chase those crazy bunkheads -
Chase those crazy baldheads out of the yown!

Here comes the conman
Coming with his con plan.
We won't take no bribe;
We've got [to] stay alive.

We gonna chase those crazy -
Chase those crazy baldheads -
Chase those crazy baldheads out of the yown.

(do do do do-do do do!
Do do do do-do do do!
I rebel music;
I rebel music.)
Why can't we roam (oh-oh-oh-oh) this open country? (open country)
Oh, why can't we be what we wanna be? (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
We want to be free. (wanna be free)

3 o'clock roadblock - curfew,
And i've got to throw away -
Yes, i've got to throw away -
A yes-a, but i've got to throw away
My little herb stalk!

I (rebel music) - yeah, i'm tellin' you! -
(i) i rebel music (rebel music). oh-ooh!

Take my soul (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
And suss - and suss me out (suss me out). oh-ooh!
Check my life (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh),
If i am in doubt (i'm in doubt); i'm tellin':
3 o'clock roadblock - roadblock - roadblock,
And "hey, mr. cop! ain't got no - (hey) hey! (hey, mr cop) -
(what ya sayin' down there?) - (hey) hey! (hey, mr cop) -
Ain't got no birth certificate on me now."
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/instrumental break/
(i rebel music)
(i rebel music)
(oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
(open country)
(oh-oh-oh)
---
(do do do!)
I (rebel music) - yeah, i'm tellin' you! -
(i) i rebel music (rebel music).

Oh-ooh! take my soul (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
And suss - and suss me out (suss me out). oh-ooh!
Check my life (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh),
If i am in doubt (i'm in doubt); i'm tellin':
3 o'clock roadblock - roadblock - roadblock,
And "hey, mr. cop! ain't got no - (hey) hey! (hey, mr cop) -
(what ya sayin' down there?) - (hey) hey! (hey, mr cop) -
Ain't got no birth certificate on me now."