Look I'm a Rasta, just a man of every texture rule never cruel since lion of Judah so praise because I never could believe ya you or your crew or the momma that had ya so respect don't really want to lose ya all booze just refuse before a chalice come light ya so listen everybody to be grilling like a koesher verbal food the could use so shout big bot chya chorus ..I'm just a Rasta and nobody knows it I'm just a Rasta usually grows shit look to the motherland always should ya love Selassie and not the iyatulah twelve powers of man empowerment I could show ya you can blow up a bridge with your mind I could tell ya run a snake from the decks now you're getting now vex ya from Reubens to Benjamin the brothers of judah I n I in my place I'm not just a fool ya Datta massa gang in the land of Ethiopia (chorus) As I gleam and read the Bible Once was a kid and long time getting tribal the red gold and green so many man's been ya David..Solomon to the line of Judah I will keep my discipline not going to waste ya as Babylon systems steps up pace ya once we're your rhymes but starting to smell you, crew,your mommas going straight to hell. (chorus)