Roots & Chalice - Chronixx

Roots!

Uh Uh!

People dem a bawl roots

Umm umm

Roots!

Oh roots!

Hey!

Inna rastaman party

Chalice we burn

Chalice fi lick

Inna rastaman party

Malice we burn

And a roots we sip

Roots and Chalice

Sippin' roots and chalice

Inna rastaman party

Chalice we burn

And a roots we sip

Load up di kutchie nuh

Me puff it, den she puff it, den you puff it so

Di massive dem a wonder how me love it so

I man nuh drink no rum

Ha ooooh yeah

Oh what a Saturday

See Viva coming wid di roots bokkle deh

Mi see Jahmiel, him a forward wid a grabba leaf

Mi tek it from him, and tell him, «dont carry none a these!»

Look how much people pack up in yah, (eeh)

Look how much vehicle park up in yah, (hey!)

So me know Selassie is the winner

Uh uh, oooooh yeah

The world get nuff love from rasta

So how Babylon a puff pon rasta

And if you come inna di dancehall to trouble I, we

I beg you, don’t bother cut a fit

Give a little love

A little love

Show some love (show some love)

Rastaman say, give a little love

A little love

And show some love (show some love)

Yeah, a rastaman party

A little love

Show some love (show some love)

Heights and give a little love

A little love

And show some love (show some love)

Roots!

Oh roots, hey!

Hey, roots

Roots!

Rastaman party, hey

Rastaman party

Rastaman party

Phenomenal!

And me say

Steaming out, Chronixx steaming out

Nah lef' me chalice when mi a leave mi house

Steaming out, Chronixx steaming out

Never come with no knife, rollin' with mi spouse, huh

And rasta nah play no cat, nor no mouse

And mi a nuh no duppy bat, nor no ghost

So me say, watch it, mek a poppa Chronixx come down and chose

Like mi and di riddim married and we will never divorce

As me step inna di place, di people dem a bawl out

So man haffi go sing until me throat get hoarse

Somebody pass mi chalice dem, now!

Na na na, no no, no no no, now!

Wild, wild, look how me wicked and wild

Now welcome poppa Chronixx in original style

And di people dem a bawl, say mi well versatile

And me step inna di place, and di dance get spoil'

And mi rough and me tough, plus mi meek and mi mild

From mi shirt to mi shoes, well clean, nah no soil

And a watch it poppa Chronixx in original style

Wild, wild, look how me wicked and wild

From mi likkle, yeah mi tek it from mi was a likkle child

Now mi big, look how mi rough, look how mi tough, like crocodile

And mi lyrics dem a flow, and dem a run, like river Nile

Mi say, sekkle poppa Chronixx, people dem love your style

Dem love your style, and mi say, dem love your style

Dem love your style, and mi say, dem love your style