Khaki Suit Lyrics - Welcome To Jamrock - Damian "junior Gong" Marley

Yeah! 

Yes mi lion a mi name Jr. Gong 

Mi unique DJ, dread 

Whatch ya 

Well a me name Jr.Gong 

Me seh look how mi natty tall 

Who nuh know me from dem see me 

Me a living top-a-nor 

See Clarky boot and khaki suit 

You think me go a Calabar 

Well pitty dem nuh know seh every dreadlocks is a star 

Ever quick with the lyrics we never quit when we talk 

Fi get hit you haffi fit equipped fi spit a fire ball 

City fit inna mi grip and me a squeeze it till it small 

Every itty little bitty drip till none nuh left at all 

Go tell flipitty lip Philip fi mine how him a talk 

No pity like yosemite sam when time when we a war 

And dem better know wi' vehicle and dem better mark wi' car 

And keep a distance no sa ka man will full y'uh face a scar 

You go run fi the uptown man dem but a we and dem a par and 

You run fi the ghetto man dem but a we and dem a par 

And you run fi the country man dem but a we and dem a par 

We a bun' some ganja spliff weh build up bigger then cigar. 

Watch ya dread 

Flash it, flash it, dreadlocks 

Bim! 

And politican a drive dem car tell dem nuh steer come over here 

When dem touch down pon the ends you only hear seh war declare 

Man clap inna town and man a clap it inna square 

and whole heap a skull a bore and then whole heap a flesh tear 

Wait! Some man a run down grammy fi di gunman fi the year 

And a weh mek poor people haffi live it inna fear 

One shirt deh pon dem back and dem nuh have nothing more fi wear 

And man one desert a done and still cannot afford a pair 

Cannot find nuh vasoline fi moisturize dem daughter hair 

And the bulla price a rise and it nuh dearer than the pear 

An' a so mi get fi know seh heads a government nuh care 

'Cause the money them a share, a crate a Guiness, crate a beer 

Cannot pay your little pickney school fee come to end a year 

Tell the youth dem seh fi get them education and prepare 

Rastafari nah go give nuh man no more than he can bear 

Catch a fire, it a bun' so tell the 'tican dem beware 

Lord a mercy! Flash it, Flash it, Flash it, dreadlocks 

Flash it, Flash it, Flash it 

Bim! 

Warlord and Jr. Gong, when yuh hear dat tune yah bomb 

Haffi send in numba one, yuh can assume dat is di bomb 

Fi di gold and fi di yak cau man fi tun hooligan 

Like Stephen and Julian, Rasta dem nuh cooleyman 

Babylon dem truly wrong, but dem waan fi fool di man 

But dem waan fi gi we jumped, and dem war dem truly man 

I an I a nuh fool 'cau mi try to school di man 

How dem fi try to school di don 

Dem seh Bounty is di beast in di eye of di beholder 

Compare him to Hitler and iyah told yuh 

Seh dem a high roller dem a Babylon stroller 

Seh dat there cold, but Jr. Gong colda.. cross, angry. 

Lord a mercy! Lord a mercy! 

Mi muma mi muma mi muma mi muma, 

Bella bella, bella, bella, bella oy! 

Jah know seh she roam in wid house of papa, 

Bella bella, bella, bella, bella oy! 

Mi only have one big sista and dem kill mi bredda 

Hey! Dem seh dat yuh must fight black power 

Hey! Dem man deh bwoy deh back bi bowa 

Hey! Di bwoy deh a come from Bulava