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Wat a live an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
Wat a live an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
My good old prophet Marcus Garvey prophesied, say
"St. Jago de la Vega and Kingston is gonna meet"
And I can see with mine own eyes
It's only a housing scheme that divide
Wat a live an bambaie - it dread
When the two sevens clash
Wat a live an bambaie
When the two sevens clash, hmm-hmm, yeah
Look up a cotton tree out by Ferry police station
How beautiful it used to be
And it has been destroyed by lightning
Earthquake and thunder, I say, what?
Wat a live an bambaie
When the two sevens clash - it dread
Wat a live an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
I take a ride sometimes
On Penn Overland and Bronx
And sometimes I ride on bus X-82, say what?
Wat a live an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
Wat a live an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
Marcus Garvey was inside of
Spanish Town district Prison
And when they were about to take him out
He prophesied and said
"As I have passed through this gate
No other prisoner shall enter and get through"
And so it is, until now
The gate has been locked, seh what?
Wat a live an bambaie
When the two sevens clash - it dread
Wat a live an bambaie
When the two sevens clash - it bitter, bitter, bitter
Wat a live an bambaie
When the two sevens clash - a man a go feel it
Wat a live an bambaie
When the two sevens clash - you better do right
Wat a live an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
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