Pyramid - ALYSS

Original Well, if the music sounds sweet and the people dem a dance A must the reggae music, nothing else no have a chance, Lord Watch out I say, "Hey, Mr. DJ, play that one again!" Well, this a reggae music weh the people dem defend And from now till a morning, vibes it nah go end Me love fi see the uptown and ghetto people blend I say, "Hey, Mr. DJ, play that one again! Well, this a reggae music weh the people dem defend And from now till a morning, vibes it nah go end Nothing derogative, a strictly message I a send From the morning in Jamaica there is no escaping it Reggae music 'pon the topics, everybody's favourite Say you no go feel no pain even when the bass a lick This is perfectly natural and nah nothing satanic And if you're born overseas, you need fi take a trip Like a pilgrimage to Mecca, 'cause a we created it You want fi see some real woman Why not? Dem ways to it Like a musical scientist I manipulate fi six I say, "Hey, Mr. DJ, play that one again!" Well, this a reggae music weh the people dem defend And from now till a morning, vibes it nah go end Me love fi see the uptown and ghetto people blend I say, "Hey, Mr. DJ, play that one again!" Well, this a reggae music weh the people dem defend And from now till a morning, vibes it nah go end Nothing derogative, a strictly message I a send Reggae music make you dance and reggae music make you smile I be skanking to the riddim from I was a likkle child From Bob Marley and the Wailers set the pattern and the style To Supercat weh lyrics just a flow like river Nile Haffi big up all the sound dem that been doing it for a while King Jammys and Stonelove dem leading by a mile Dem take the music round the world and dem make the sacrifice Deh put Jamaica 'pon the top, now everyone a touch the style I say, "Hey, Mr. DJ, play that one again!" Well, this a reggae music weh the people dem defend And from now till a morning, vibes it nah go end Me love fi see the uptown and ghetto people blend I say, "Hey, Mr. DJ, play that one again!" Well, this a reggae music weh the people dem defend And from now till a morning, vibes nah go end Nothing derogative, a strictly message Rasta send Eh One thing you should know A reggae music give da vibes a flow One thing you should know Dancehall a keep the vibes a flow One thing you should know Reggae music give da vibes a flow Eh One thing you should know Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Lord Skibbily bong Juts gimme the music inna the morning And the music inna the night And everything will be alright, my friend 'Cause every time you come around Me start selector string off his phone Now we a dancing on the street again, Lord! "Hey, Mr. DJ, play that one again!" Well, this a reggae music weh the people dem defend And from now till a morning, vibes it nah go end Me love fi see the uptown and ghetto people blend Hey, Mr. DJ, play that one again!" Well, this a reggae music weh the people dem defend And from now till a morning, vibes nah go end Nothing derogative, a strictly message Rasta send Eh Oh, oh, a me say Lord have mercy Oh, a me say Lord have mercy No come inna the dance if you blood blood blood blood thirsty, Lord Accurate, immaculate

Each human being deserves a place to call their own Yet so many have to journey far from home Little children in the darkness all alone seeking freedom It's about time we break those borders down There's too much segregation We're all a part of one nation, yeah We need to break those borders down There's too much sufferation We're all one in creation, yeah Hey How do you feel when you see those hungry faces People of all ages, locked up in a cages Without a home much less salaries and wages Travelling for days in the desert to escape it Only to get denied, buy the ones weh should a rectify Now the people get desensitized To the refugees dem weh unidentified, yeah They deserve a place to call their own Yet so many have to journey far from home Little children in the darkness all alone seeking freedom It's about time we break those borders down There's too much segregation We're all a part of one nation, yeah We need to break those borders down There's too much sufferation We're all one in creation, yeah Hey After dem selfish decisions, we're the one who suffer most Political violence turn the whole a we to ghosts The war on starvation, knife a heng up inna throat Refugees, overpopulation, becomes the antidote We deserve the earth as our home, life is worth a living Mister World Power Please break all the borders down for the future children Stonebwoy and Kabaka say They deserve a place to call their own Yet so many have to journey far from home Little children in the darkness all alone seeking freedom It's about time we break those borders down There's too much segregation We're all a part of one nation, yeah We need to break those borders down There's too much sufferation We're all one in creation, yeah Hey How do you feel when you see those people starving Digging through the garbage, while you're living lavish What if life was a school without no classes Learning from each other with no teachers or no bosses Yet the system get intensified and now the cities getting gentrified Poor people existence denied But the Rastaman come yah so fi testify, yeah That we deserve a place to call their own Yet so many have to journey far from home Little children in the darkness all alone seeking freedom It's about time we break those borders down There's too much segregation We're all a part of one nation, yeah We need to break those borders down There's too much sufferation We're all one in creation, yeah Hey

We ready now I and I deh pon a mission The younger generation have the vision Pressure Busspipe and Kabaka Yuuuuhh (Accurate!) To all my sons and daughters yuh Mi go say Make way Rastaman bursting through your gateway Trod a Mount Zion that's the safe way Trodding through the narrow and the straight way (skibbilibeng) So mi go say Make way Ghetto youth bursting through your gateway Holy Mount Zion I a maintain Trodding through the narrow and the straight way Watch yah now, Pressure That one yuh name Make way 'cause a hurricane a pass Me sorry for anything we come inna we path Dem a go call we terrorist When time we drop this like a bomb The Kontraband Off the pain upon (?) Whenever I perform See the youths dem form like Voltron We no programmed With dem slogan Everyone strong like Hulk Hogan Stronger than the Ganja round a Oakland We stronger than the pyramids weh stand upon mi homeland Jamaica where we born the situation kind of sticky The youths dem a the future But the leaders are over sixty I try shall lead the way And then impurity pon mystic When the revolution start yeah That one now going down in history Mi go say Make way Rastaman bursting through your gateway Trod a Mount Zion that's the safe way Trodding through the narrow and the straight way (skibbilibeng) So mi go say Make way Ghetto youth bursting through your gateway Holy Mount Zion I a maintain Trodding through the narrow and the straight way Ay This natty dread a move on The fyah yah no look warm Let me take some time fi clarify all this confusion There is too much pollution Inside them institution Rastafari is our alternative solution Some things you cannot run from Like energy consumption Non-renewable energy inna every area of production The climate in dysfunction Vulcanic eruption Earthquakes and tsunamis cause catastrophic destruction The people inna crisis Blaming it on ISIS Terrorist dem funded by the same ones weh a fight it The Russians and the Chinese The States that are not united World War Three and everybody is invited So hey Make way Rastaman bursting through your gateway Trod a Mount Zion that's the safe way Trodding through the narrow and the straight way So mi go say Make way (skibbilibeng) Ghetto youth bursting through your gateway Holy Mount Zion I a maintain Trodding through the narrow and the straight way This is a warning to The one dem a go dem a distribute One dem a running the institute Tired fi see dem a diss the youth And a move like say dem invincible I and I study the principal of life Weh manifest in triple Nuff a dem eyes dem in cripple Capital dem third ventricle See dema come in dem tentacles Dem seeking after life Like dem no know the youths them sensible and a pree the afterlife That is only just a phase in the circle of return In the fever of destruction I am the fire that will burn Watch the food and what you eat The schools and what you teach Know the universal laws are never the rules of what they preach Watch your own and watch your speech The company you keep Be aware of the pollution that dem dumpin' inna the street Low the dumplin' and the wheat Just reach towards the greens The youths not hungry for no meat We no dumb we no retreat This is no something for the tweet The fyah I release A make Babylon just drop it a we feet Pressure say It a go say Make way Rastaman bursting through your gateway Trod a Mount Zion that's the safe way Trodding through the narrow and the straight way (skibbilibeng) So mi go say Make way Ghetto youth bursting through your gateway Holy Mount Zion I a maintain Trodding through the narrow and the straight way Huh Wo nan nan wo nan nan Accurate! Ye ye ye ye ye Make way cah you good fi get run over Dem Rastafari youths dem taking over Man ah trod it like a soldier Accurate, immaculate!

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour