Vibrations Imeru Tafari, Chronic Law & Popcaan

[Intro: Imeru Tafari]
Woah, woah, yeah
Oh, woah, ye-yeah
Oh, woah, woah, yeah
Woah, woah, yeah

[Verse 1: Imeru Tafari]
Rasta man we a no weak heart
We a look in a we self and we a pree smart
When it come to Babylon them is a retard
Now time get wicked and real hard
When you look in a yourself and you no see God
And your pants them a drop, and you lean hard
'Bout ten dozen 'matic in a three yard
And you mother still a bawl, granny plea Lord
Never have a cent in a pocket
But a ends, you a lock it
You a send fi a gun, and you a send fi a ratchet
Send fi bible, and me a send fi a prophet
Whеn it come to the truth, beg mе a knock it
The pastor bawl out, send me a jacket
When you look in a account, you fi check fi deposit
And the little ghetto youth them a empty the 'matic
MP them a tell me say it tragic

[Chorus: Imeru Tafari]
What you do is coming right back to you, I tell you
What you do is coming right back to you
What you do is coming right back to you, I tell you
What you do is coming right back to you