Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, woh-oh, hey Ring the alarm, another sound is suffering, woh-oh, hey Listen this sound it a champion Ram the dance inna any session Tee ta toe we beat them all in a row Four big sound inna one big lawn Ring the

It just a musical vibe Just a go to mi head I cannot keep it under cover, I cannot keep it under the shed Got to show it inna touch this how I make my bread Dem say this is easy, dat done than said Considering all, it is really another bread Must have fi

Gal yuh see yuh battyrider, murder Woman yuh see yuh battyrider, murder Yuh mus fi waan di DJ charge fa (a dead!) Yuh mus fi waan di DJ charge Yuh mus fi waan di DJ charge fa Exposin yuh property, man a seh it fat It cyan, hol inna buk it cyan, hol inna

Small axe fall big tree Though I'm just a baby Safe in your arms That's where I want to be Small axe... Been on your love line for so long Won't you be mine age is no crime Been loving you every minute every hour All I ever need

Woman you getting paid not played Spend a few if you want to Cancun or Towanda Gal say she a go hard make them know say you harder Pushing escalade and rocking prada No more drama do you thing your much glamour Pushing Escalade and rocking Prada No more

Circumstances made me what I am Was I born a violent man Everyone should understand Everyone should know May sound strange, might sound foolish But things ain't getting better Everyday another fall victim to the beretter Why is there so much violence

Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, woh-oh, hey Ring the alarm, another sound is suffering, woh-oh, hey Listen this sound it a champion Ram the dance inna any session Tee ta toe we beat them all in a row Four big sound inna one big lawn Ring the

What they want us to do Why won't they do what they want And let me do my thing they should be thankful There's lights of hope still shining If you do wrong they complain Even if you call the father's name its the same Don't they know it is nothing new

Over hills and valleys too Don't let them fool you Jah free the people Don't believe one minute, they don't like you Don't believe for a minute that they are with you Only Rasta free the people A who free the people It hard, it hard, it hard (let them

This one is called lovers choice Never know yuh woulda really feel so nice, love sponge I don't want to let you go With you I'm in no hurry (oh no) Lord you are lovable, kissable Desire the inevitable Without your sweet caress I'm so damn miserable Touch