Sean Paul, Mutabaruka, Jesse Royal and Stonebwoy - Guns Of Navarone [Remix]

How can a people be so traumatized
That dem start to love dem traumatic experiences?
We are defining we-self through di colonizers, still
How can we be so blind?
This only buss for di revolution
Whoa, Natty Pablo
Boodi-bang-bang-bang (SP)
Yo, yo

See dem ah run out with full clip, so dem gun nah stick
Yow it's like Guns of Navarone (whoa)
Buss shot quick, head back split
Dem ah buss shot fi tear through flesh and bone
Ohh, mama bawl when she haffi write di yute dem name down inna stone
Ohh, dem ah dash away people but dem just cannot dash away dem soul

Yo, ay, me ah tell unnuh fi pree that insanity
Humanity dem have you living like idiot
Why mankind can't see that life is a gift?
Still we fighting war, we nuh need that
When every day is a struggle so far
Fi every ghetto yute they're making life so hard
It make me mad, there is just no reward
Fi life there is just no regard
There ain't no chance in this life fi get a real shot
So man ah pick up dem steel and ah beat and real shot
Because di pressure never ease up
'Til election time when di bigger heads need us

Full clip, so dem gun nah stick
Yow it's like Guns of Navarone
Buss shot quick, head back split
Dem ah buss shot fi tear through flesh and bone
Ohh, mama bawl when she haffi write di yute dem name down inna stone
Ohh, dem ah dash away people but dem just cannot dash away dem soul

Ah when the likkle island get so dark and wicked? Ay
Sun ah shine but dem dark and 'tupid
Man ah swing from tree like a Tarzan with it
Body leff ah ground ah rotten not even Johncrow ah visit, ay
Sp come mek we pause for a minute, yeah
In one accord make we start like a Civic, yeah
Break down all the slave master picket fence (break dem down)
Cah none ah dem 'ya laws dem nuh legit, ay, ay
Di time for talking done, too much little juvenile blood ah run (run)
Everybody blood ah boil, pot a bun (bun)
Least likkle ting a man ah draw fi him gun
And when di fun gone fight broke out (fun gone)
Where mi likkle brother run gone? (Run gone)
Strappings over house but him no own one (own one)
Say thump inna face ting ah for old man (what?)
New program (yeah)

See dem ah run out with full clip, so dem gun nah stick
Yow it's like Guns of Navarone (whoa)
Buss shot quick, head back split
Dem ah buss shot fi tear through flesh and bone
Ohh, mama bawl when she haffi write di yute dem name down inna stone
Ohh, dem ah dash away people but dem just cannot dash away dem soul (one gone again)

Bad man today, tomorrow you go die
Nothing you gain weh better than life
Today, today your family dey cry
A better you fi wise
And me say
Bad man today, tomorrow you go die
Nothing you gain weh better than life
Today, today your family dey cry
A better you fi wise (ohh)
Unnuh put down the goals
Unnuh put on the rifle
Don dey proud of the title
As a gangster wid no end
Unnuh put down the goals (yeah)
Unnuh put down the rifle
Dash way the title
As a juvenile gangster

Full clip, so dem gun nah stick
Yow it's like Guns of Navarone
Buss shot quick, head back split
Dem ah buss shot fi tear through flesh and bone
Ohh, mama bawl when she haffi write di yute dem name down inna stone (tell you say)
Ohh, dem ah dash away people but dem just cannot dash away dem soul

Yes, di hunter kill the lion and say him was hunting, is a game
But when the lion kill the hunter
You hear seh him ia a beast and a savage
A man like Marcus Garvey come tell we
If you have no confidence in yourself
You're twice defeated in the race of life
But with confidence you have won, even before you start

Written by:
Andrew Marsh, Jason Henriques, Jesse David Leroi Grey, Nyann Lodge, Sean Paul Henriques, Shaun Anderson

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