I'm a real Rasta, I burn them so hard, they hate me like the Nazi
So me always attack a lot of paparazzi
I'm a real Rasta man, no fear Illuminati
Because King Selassie is the Almighty
So me a go circle the ends of them like a taxi
Cannot few no know about them black history
Dem a bleach out them skin fi white like leprosy
God block that ain't no mystery
So me quibble on the so-called leaders where you wreck we country
And the political parties where you sell pumpy
When I fly