Boom Shiva - Soom T, Mungo's Hi-Fi

When we pull into the last stop in for the final time,

We can get loud and try to find the diamonds rising to the sky.

Get ready for dying, ready for the next trial to abide by,

Unafraid of time, coming to the end of line.

We bring the love, all bring it to all heart and minds.

We preach to be kind, try to make people come and unite

In the fight, fight, fight to be, to think,

To teach them all to live their life right.

Let’s see it and then to the kingdom we rise.

And the ganja say ya praise for the one,

When he hand ya — Say Boom Shiva,

Spreading the law within the land ya,

Equanimity like Rama Sita, together burning reefer.

For the good win, yeah, for the good fight, yes, for the good they try

As for the good know why that like good riddim we let it ride

Spread the knowledge of the most high, most holy and wise.

While we strike a gold riddim, make a sound for the nation

Not give to be given, just a love for the human race and

Respect body and mind — turn from the wicked bad kind,

Let the light lead you to a true world domination right.

And the ganja say ya praise for the one,

When he hand ya — Say Boom Shiva,

Spreading the law within the land ya,

Equanimity like Rama Sita, together burning reefer.

Leave many truth buried in the ground, truth flowing from a fountain,

Left in a cave hiding up a mountain with a record of my sound and

Mungos sound system, bass bins to make a din

When the future man find them to hear us nasty like ride em

Re-invent electricity;

get the needle in the rim

Get that deck spinning, while they all are listening wondering

What are we hearing, is this voice of god left for the children

So we don’t start warring all over again.

And the ganja say ya praise for the one,

When he hand ya — Say Boom Shiva,

Spreading the law within the land ya,

Equanimity like Rama Sita, together burning reefer.

I go recording of sunny islands

Cutting them diamonds vinyl spinning riding

I’m a happy face unless someone smokes my supply and

Forgets to press record

Before I’ve finished spitting on the riddim

I get faster, as the waves always get fatter

Like a ship about to blast up

Take and strip away the matter

To a sound that seldom matters

Without abracadabra,

Bring the beat and then the natter then the…

And the ganja say ya praise for the one,

When he hand ya — Say Boom Shiva,

Spreading the law within the land ya,

Equanimity like Rama Sita, together burning reefer.