Skints Up Against The Wall Riddim
I grab my jacket and a packet and I head out the door.
The sun it is ah-shining and I want to explore, so I
take a little trip to an out of town club. Bill up a
little spliff and then we rock into the dub. "Boom
Boom!" goes the bass, "Pap Pap" goes the drum! The
vocal come around like an instruction. No man can
resist the primitive call. Babylon ah never put our
backs against the wall. Up against the wall, up against
the wall. Ah Babylon they wanna see ah man ah fall! Up
against the wall, up against the wall. What babylon
don't know they make we masses stand tall.
(CHORUS) Out where the Raggaman go, is where the sun
shine and wind blow. And when he look down low, he sees
the Ragga crowd checking his flow. (x2)
(VERSE 2) Well we get pure idiots round that wanna test
our sound, go on like they're the don, but are bound to
mess around. So when the fire come rain down, I leave
them (all of the soundboy) drowned. Cos the music from
Jamaica all the love that I have found so how now? The
Skints we ah go tell it so profound. You call it a
soundclash I call it burial ground, and summa them want
to drag man down, but if you mana just walk around. I
just draw for the microphone, and I lyrically stub man
out like
Zoobadeh! Zoobadeh! Ziggidiggidiggidiggi Doobadeh!
Zoobadeh! Zoobadeh! Ziggidiggidiggidiggi Doobadeh!
And yes I may like reggae but I know where I'm from, my
team was Babylon born inna east London.
(CHORUS)
Raggaman say go! Hoping that life fi hand out good
times and good shows. And I and I made it through heavy
rain and thick snow. So where is it you go? With rub-a-
dub-a-dub and all our troubles are on hold? He tell me
ten times.
What a society! We don't like negativity! You want fi
stand up tall! Don't fall! Even if you're up against
the wall!
(CHORUS)
