I say you dash wey the vial rasta man!
For thou art royal blood.
You art a prince and son of the dread nyah binghi one.
So remember your blood line
And stick to the roots of mankind.
And nuh follow mystery babylon rasta man!
For she's a drunk already.
Don't pollute your brains with no drugs of cocaine.
Declare yourself a nazarene
And keep Jah Jah imple clean.
For wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging
Who is deceived by it isn't wise.
Wine is a mocker drugs make you crazy
Listen to reality and open your eyes.
Step upon the dragon rasta man!
For he's the falling angel.
Stand firm rasta dread lock at the gates of Zion.
Don't let the devil get you in a spell.
Just do the Master's will.
Higher One Him a The Higher One!
Jam in a the house of dreadlocks rasta!
This ya house no carry no imposter.
This ya house no carry no vial worshippers.
I said it stands for the nyah binghi order.
Which say death to black and white downpressors.