Culture - Two Sevens Clash lyrics

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Culture - Two Sevens Clash lyrics

Wat a liiv an bambaie When the two sevens clash Wat a liiv an bambaie When the two sevens clash My good old prophet Marcus Garvey prophesize, say "St. Jago de la Vega and Kingston is gonna read" And I can see with mine own eyes It's only a housing scheme that divide Wat a liiv an bambaie, it dread When the two sevens clash Wat a liiv an bambaie When the two sevens clash 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 liiv an bambaie When the two sevens clash - it dread Wat a liiv 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 liiv an bambaie When the two sevens clash Wat a liiv 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 pa**ed through this gate" "No other prisoner shall enter and get through" And so it is until now The gate has been locked, so what? Wat a liiv an bambaie When the two sevens clash, it dread Wat a liiv an bambaie When the two sevens clash, it bitter, bitter, bitter Wat a liiv an bambaie When the two sevens clash, a man a go feel it Wat a liiv an bambaie When the two sevens clash, you better do right