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Chronixx – Roots & Chalice
Roots! Uh, uh!
People dem a bawl roots
Hmm-mmm
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 the kutchie now
Me puff it, then she puff it, then you puff it so
The massive dem a wonder how me love it so
I-man no drink no rum, ooh yeah
Oh, what a Saturday
See Viva coming with the roots bokkle deh
Me see Jahmiel, him a forward with a grabba leaf
Me tek it from him, and tell him, “Don’t carry none a these!”
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
Look how much people pack up in yah (eeh)
Look how much vehicle park up in yah (aye)
So me know Selassie is the winner, uh uh, ooh yeah
The world get nuff love from Rasta
So how Babylon a puff ‘pon Rasta
And if you come inna the dancehall to trouble I, we
I beg you, don’t bother cut a fit
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
Give a little love, a little love
And how 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! Oh!
Rastaman party, hey
Rastaman party
Rastaman party
Phenomenal!
And me say
Steaming out, Chronixx a steaming out
Nah lef’ me chalice when me a leave me house
Steaming out, Chronixx steaming out
Never come with no knife, rollin’ with me spouse, huh
And Rasta nah play no cat, nor no mouse
And me a no, no duppy bat, nor no ghost
So me say, watch it, mek a puppa Chronixx come down and chose
Like me and the riddim married and we will never divorce
As me step inna the place, the people dem a bawl out
So man haffi go sing until me throat get hoarse
Somebody pass me chalice dem, now!
Na na na, no no, no no no, now!
Wild, wild, look how me wicked and wild
Now welcome puppa Chronixx in original style
And the people dem a bawl, say me well versatile
And me step inna the place, and the dance get spoil’
And me rough and me tough, plus me meek and me mild
From me shirt to me shoes, well clean, nah no soil
And a watch it puppa Chronixx in original style
Wild, wild, look how me wicked and wild
From me likkle, yeah me tek it from me was a likkle child
Now me big, look how me rough, look how me tough, like crocodile
And me lyrics dem a flow, and dem a run, like river Nile
Me say, sekkle puppa Chronixx, people dem love your style
Dem love your style, and me say, dem love your style
Dem love your style, and me say, dem love your style
