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Payable On Death
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Ya Mama (Palm Springs demo)
P.O.D.
What you know about that fallen, fallen Babylon
The so called great, dead weight, dread 'bout to update
The death rate, in one take, make no mistake, we the real deala
The radical, natural born wig splitta
Gonna get cha with the style
That make your soul holla
More drama, the on droppa, the sure sotta
Rock it steady, we ready till the track is diminished
And when the dog goes belly up consider it finished
Sounds like it's Jah to me
Sounds like it's Jah to me
The sum of everything, yeah
Close your eyes, so you can see
The peace, love and harmony
Sounds like it's Jah to me, yeah
We keep on moving like don't stop
Let it go, soul to soul , dread at the controls
Tag 'em up and label them John Doe
The raw flow, rebuild the new style empire
Blazing required like that fourth man on fire
This gun's for hire, take the vow of the Nazarene
To come clean like crazy bald heads, knot I mean
Wickedness, fear the style of the deathblow
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Carve the name across your chest
In case the dogcatcher wants to know
Sounds like it's Jah to me
Sounds like it's Jah to me
The sum of everything, yeah
Close your eyes, so you can see
The peace, love and harmony
Sounds like it's Jah to me, yeah
It's gotta be Jah
It's gotta be Jah, Jah, Jah
Jah, Jah, Jah
Jah, Jah, Jah, Jah
Sounds like it's Jah to me
Sounds like it's Jah to me
The sum of everything, yeah
Close your eyes, so you can see
The peace, love and harmony
Sounds like it's Jah to me, yeah
What could it be? Jah
What could it be? Jah
What could it be?
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