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You know it's Baba
Hurricane Binghiman has ragga dancehall so give me the microphone
Enjoy the show
If you recognize the aroma
You know it's Baba
Hurricane Binghiman has ragga dancehall so give me the microphone
Enjoy the show
The Rasta today lives in the city
But he is always an animal in the cage
And he gnaws his anger
the Rasta doesn't always have dreadlocks
but he doesn't eat the pig and he doesn't always smoke ganjah
but the only thing that unites the Rastaman is love and the fight against Babylon
/>the enemy around the corner can do nothing with the angel who sent me the great imperator
the Rastafarian fights with rules in conduct, swatting every fake bad-man like a fly
baba follows his broken are the riddims my fleet
to the bad-man who listens to me babaman will ask:
Do you recognize the aroma
do you know that it is baba
hurricane Binghiman has it dancehall ragga so give me the microphone
enjoy the show
if you recognize the aroma
you know it's baba
hurricane binghiman has dancehall ragga so give me the microphone
enjoy the show
bambidi babadaman will bomb
a system that threatens me when I want to smoke
the law does not protect
every day it corrects me
my way of act as a bad-man
so that we consume joints in the city
whatever anyone says, alcohol is legal
cigarettes too
if I can't sing about this
well I they will have to gag because I continue to sing
to the bad-man who listens to me who still has rules to respect in life
I check a hot microphone and I still wonder if...
It You recognize the aroma
you know it's baba
hurricane binghiman has ragga dancehall so give me the microphone
enjoy the show
if you recognize the aroma
you know it's baba
hurricane binghiman has ragga dancehall so give me the microphone
enjoy the show