Commercial Locks

Lyrics

[Intro: Dillinger & Johnny] Oh-oh-oh, move out- You hear, Johnny? I man hear di I a talk 'bout him a move Which part him man a move to, I say Right now, I and I a move out of Babylon You no sees, cah right now are just pure commercial locks A so me go China, and cool yah, Syrian boy a say Rasta China cool and say dem are Rasta? Yes, see And I and I now know dem has no Rasta, you no see (I dread vex) I don't like that now yah (I man screw) But a cool you mean, I and I must cool (All the world see) Guns dem a fire, you no see, mean, how that so, dread Blood up, weak out, nat up [Verse 1: Dillinger & Johnny] Move onto Zion high, natty dread And leave those commercial locks Hey, huh-huh-huh, dem a read from di show, huh-uh Now come a Chiney man, come to call himself a dreadlocks Huh-uh-hey, the white man a come call himself dreadlocks Huh-huh-huh, huh-hey, Syrian a come call himself dread, huh What is this, what is this, footsy yah, gutsy yah Huh-uh-huh, ha-ha, ha-hah, you Mary Poppins showing Why you pon here a come ride Rasta bandwagon? Chiney boy, white boy, I say rank up, huh-huh, ha-hah But from when I was born, I never say listen fi mi life Heh, imagine, huh-uh-hey, hah, he-hey Everything Rasta have, white man want to take it away But they can't take 'way Jah Jah from Rasta (Huh) [Bridge: Dillinger & Johnny] Chain broke on Babylon, don't want set you free Chain broke on Babylon, don't want set you free (Huh) Fire, fire, fire, dread up, dread up [Verse 2: Dillinger & Johnny] Dem are wolf, wolf in a sheep clothing (Say what?) Dem are wolf, wolf in a sheep clothing So what the man a fight, Rasta? Heh-hey, what is this, we find dem out now, hear what So what dem a do, dread, bad name from long time We are go chastise dem Dem a ride, ride Rasta bandwagon (We are go burn man) Dem a ride, ride Rasta bandwagon Now Jah Jah are go burn dem (When Jah gonna hear dis, he-hey) Him spread it all over this road, all 'bout and at high street So why turn your back, Rasta? (He-hey) Commercial locks, hah, ha-ha, I man vex but I fi laugh off at dem [Outro: Dillinger & Johnny] Dem are wolf, wolf in a sheep clothing (Tell it to dem, brother) Dem are wolf, wolf in a sheep clothing, yeah (Wipe dem out) You shall know dem by dem fruits You see, di peas are in a their fruits Check dem out, he-hey