These Are The Days - Sizzla Kalonji

Ha!!!

Got you!!!

No escape, yeah you know

We got it goin on yeah

All day all night long yeah

Yo, so we see you yuh

These are da days

We shot out yuh brains we nuh play

Some pagan dem stand up inna di way

Gone are da days

When they use to have we like slave

Steppin up to anotha stage

These are da days

We shoot out yuh brains we nuh play

Some pagan dem stand up inna di way

Gone are da days

When yuh use to have we like slave

Ha!!!

Touch not di lord anoint him, so don’t touch me

You need not to do me any harm then and bug me

Rather deal wid di girls girls dem lovely

Dem kiss and hug me Babylon yuh ugly

Oh!

But dem all chat bout mi talk

A only waan fi hear so Babylon nah shut off

Mi waan fi hear slave master head get cut off

Becau di whole a dem seh I seh fuck off!!!

These are da days

We shot out yuh brains we nuh play

Pagan nuh stand up inna di way

Long are da days

When yuh use to treat me like a slave

Yo!

True dem hate!!!

These are da days

Mi bun out di place mi nuh play

Babylon stand up inna di way!!!

Long gone da days

When yuh use to treat me like a slave!!!

Ya hear mi?

We nuh eat from strangers aiyyo!!!

Weh cookin what!

Chuckin badness hey fool now yuh pushin what

Pon di crack and cocaine a there they looking at

Hey you motherfuckers!!!

Who the fuck you looking at!!!

Belly nuh burn

And you know they will be jookin like this

Mother Earth, my gun filled be jookin like this

Babylon a sinkin and don’t put yuh foot in dat

Ethiopia Africa a tell yuh what!!!

Da days bun out di place we nuh play

Babylon stand up inna di way

Gone are da days

When yuh use to treat mi like a slave

Yo, we tek di people to anotha phase!!!

Da days bun out di place we nuh play

Pagan a stand up inna di way

Gone are da days

When yuh use to treat mi like a slave

Lion brave!!!

Most high he see it above

And yes mi pretty girlfriend mi give har mi love

And mi looking for a fool

And mi nah left mi slug on

And di Rasta man a trod

And di gangsta a thug on Whoa!

Diss di pattern and mi bound to buss a gunshot

Oh!

Inna yuh face inna yuh own blood a flood on

Yo!

See don’t paint nuh smudge on

Mi get di girls inna di bed and pon di rug

And, drink out a Calabash some drink out di mug

And, dat tune a play now inna di dancehall club

And, hail up mi lion and mi bun out di dragon

Smoke marijuana and dats why they drag on

Di days bun out di place we nuh fraid

Babylon a stand up inna di way

Gone are da days

When they use to treat mi like a slave!!!

Whoa whoa whoa!!!

These are da days

Mi bun out di place we nuh play

A wicked man a stand up inna di way

Long are da days

When they use to treat mi like a slave

Now we gotta fire blaze!!!

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