Niyorah Angry Mother Nature Lyrics

Woe oh oh ah me seh ghetto youths hold on
Hurricanes and earthquakes it a go mash up Babylon
No no no we nah deal with no matches
The heat of the sun and volcanoes will burn them to ashes
Dem bawl out screaming, ''the wind ah blow hard!"
It's blowing because of idols and fake gods
Category three, four category five
Now you see the real God is alive
Hurricanes take the trail of slave ships
We can't forget those murderous trips
Jah come fi crush those thirteen colonies
And trample buildings in those pagan cities
Nothing can be done when Almighty vex
The power of nature is very complex
As a ghetto youth one thing I did learn
The cities of Babylon will burn, now now

Woe oh oh ghetto youths hold on
Hurricanes and earthquakes it a go mash up Babylon
Do you hear what I say
No no no we nah deal with no matches
The heat of the sun and volcanoes will burn them to ashes

Once them thought that their machine fail
It was an earthquake burst dem Richter scale
Suprise surprise the people went bezzerk
Wicked heart Satan is a cold heart jerk
In the house of babylon the houses got smashed
what you gonna do now when nature back lash
Jump in a your limo try your best to splurt
Five seconds flat you will be covered in the dirt
This is not a bluff if you think you tough
The ultimate rough Jah is the real stuff
Wicked try fi move now in a group or in a flock
Well try move under ten ton a rock, you stuck!

Woe oh oh ah me seh ghetto youths hold on
Hurricanes and earthquakes it a go mash up Babylon
No no no we nah deal with no matches
The heat of the sun and volcanoes will burn them to ashes

Lava ah flow from the mountain top
Town and country get wipe of the map
Nature is one thing that cannot be stopped
Babylon cities bound to get drop
Jah fire is hotter than popcorn ah pop
If you love the most High everyone clap
If you love Satan you need a hard slap
The heat of the sun burns the vampire's back
Dem bawl out screaming, "heat wave, heat wave!"
That's what you get for beating the slaves
Wicked people complaining complaining
Nature reacting to all the blood staining
Righteousness is the top choice
Babylon ah run when dem hear Rasta voice
The heat is it sweet it will burn your feet
with your negative conception and your pig's meat
You look up to the sky what does it do your eye
NiyoRah live love of Selassie I
His spirit endureth and he cannot die
One love me give to Rastafari

Woe oh oh ah me seh ghetto youths hold on
Hurricanes and earthquakes it a go mash up Babylon
No no no we nah deal with no matches
The heat of the sun and volcanoes will burn them to ashes