My son, [bad word] to take over
M.C. you better look over your shoulder
Yeah, you know, we keepin' on
Oh well, now

'Nuff a dem [bad word] and dem a try dog we out
Born down pit we are the rough neck scouts
Music we make fe make the crowd jump up
Crowd get hype explode and [bad word] 

Blend up the ragga metal punk hip hop
Unity sound killer groove non stop

In a fe this place I say the strong will survive
Strength and power a go keep them alive

My son, [bad word] to take over
M.C. you better look over your shoulder
Yeah, you know, we keepin' on
Oh well, now

Skindred we in a your area
We bring the rock, as you know we superior
Yeah, you know - we keepin' on
Oh well, now

Nobody gets out of this place alive
Nobody gets out of this place alive
Nobody gets out of this place alive
Nobody gets out of this place alive
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Some a dem [bad word] and dem a try flex wi' this
Show them the ragamuffin style them nerve will decrease
And any time that we grab the mike
Sound a go dead because you know we a go this
We are the [bad word] boy sound
Any little boy, man, you [bad word] around
This sound we are the 'riginal dawn
Now [bad word] fe mash it in a dancin' fashion, saying

My son, [bad word] to take over
M.C. you better look over your shoulder
Yeah, you know, we keepin' on
Oh well, now

Skindred we in a your area
We bring this rock as you know we superior
Yeah, you know, we keepin' on

Nobody gets out of this place alive
Nobody gets out of this place alive
Nobody gets out of this place alive
Nobody gets out of this place alive 

I say now oo, ah oooh

My son [bad word] to take over
My son [bad word] to take over
My son [bad word] to take over