Only the King of Kings can sit down 'pon throne
And chase the crazy bumpheads from out of the town
And take on Babylon dem evil boys pound fi pound
Without even bleminishing his royal gown
Inspire I with clever adjectives and pronoun
To influence da'yout dem with word power and sound
Well, build your house 'pon sand well it must fall down
What does not concern you, said leave it alone
Not even one but several of the thing me bust a federal
Issued by the Rasta general, enemies a meet them funeral
We pick them individual, sniper have dem in a dem visual
Babylon time a reach a minimal, we conquer dem subliminal
There is warfare in a physical and warfare in a spiritual
There is warfare in a digital, and warfare in a chemical
Sing say Babylon marijuana me gone check the Rasta medical
Dem think dem could a catch me off guard upon de mineral