Sean Paul, Mutabaruka, Jesse Royal - Guns of Navarone lyrics
Sean Paul [Sean Paul Ryan Francis Henriques] Kingston, Jamaica 🇯🇲
[Sean Paul, Mutabaruka, Jesse Royal - Guns of Navarone lyrics]
How can a people be so traumatized that
They start to love
Their traumatic experiences?
We are defining ourselves through colonisers
Still how can we be so blind?
This only buss for the revolution
Natty Pablo sP
See them a run out with full clip say them
Gun nah stick yow it's like Guns of Navarone
Buss shot quick
Head back split them a buss shot
To tear through flesh and bone
O-o-o oh mama bawl when she have to write
The youth them name down Inna stone
O-o-o oh them a dash away people but
Them just cannot dash away them soul
Yow, hey me a tell you
Not to pree that insanity
Humanity they have been living like idiot
Why mankind can't see that life is a gift
Still we fighting war, we don't need that
When everyday is a struggle so far
For every ghetto youth they're
Making life so hard they make the Marge
There's just no reward for life
There's just no regard
There ain't no chance in this life
To get a real shot
So man pick up them steel and
A beat and real shot
Because the pressure never ease
Up until election
Time when the bigger heads need us
Full clip say them gun nah stick
Yow it's like Guns of Navarone
Buss shot quick
Head back split them a buss shot
To tear through flesh and bone
O-o-o oh mama bawl when she have to write
The youth them name down Inna stone
O-o-o oh them a dash away people but
Them just cannot dash away them soul
A when the little Island get
So dark and wicked?
Sun a shine but them dark and stupid
Man a swing from tree like a Tarzan with it
Body leave a ground a rotten
Not even Johncrow a visit
SP come make we pause for a minute yeah
In one accord make we start like a Civic
Yeah
Break down all the slave master picket fence
Cause none a them here laws
Them no ligit hey hey
The time for talking done
Too much little Juvenile blood a run
Everybody blood a boil (Pot a bun)
Least little thing a man a draw for him
Gun and when the fun gone fight broke
A where mi little brother run gone?
Strappings over house but him no own one
Say thump Inna face thing is for old man
New program
See them a run out with full clip say them
Gun nah stick yow it's like Guns of Navarone
Buss shot quick
Head back split them a buss shot
To tear through flesh and bone
O-o-o oh mama bawl when she have to write
The youth them name down Inna stone
O-o-o oh them a dash away people but
Them just cannot dash away them soul
Guns of Navarone tear through flesh and bone
O-o-o oh, ooooh cannot dash away them soul
Yes the hunter kill the lion
And say he was hunting
It was a gamebut when the
Lion kill the hunter
You hear say he's 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
They start to love
Their traumatic experiences?
We are defining ourselves through colonisers
Still how can we be so blind?
This only buss for the revolution
Natty Pablo sP
See them a run out with full clip say them
Gun nah stick yow it's like Guns of Navarone
Buss shot quick
Head back split them a buss shot
To tear through flesh and bone
O-o-o oh mama bawl when she have to write
The youth them name down Inna stone
O-o-o oh them a dash away people but
Them just cannot dash away them soul
Yow, hey me a tell you
Not to pree that insanity
Humanity they have been living like idiot
Why mankind can't see that life is a gift
Still we fighting war, we don't need that
When everyday is a struggle so far
For every ghetto youth they're
Making life so hard they make the Marge
There's just no reward for life
There's just no regard
There ain't no chance in this life
To get a real shot
So man pick up them steel and
A beat and real shot
Because the pressure never ease
Up until election
Time when the bigger heads need us
Full clip say them gun nah stick
Yow it's like Guns of Navarone
Buss shot quick
Head back split them a buss shot
To tear through flesh and bone
O-o-o oh mama bawl when she have to write
The youth them name down Inna stone
O-o-o oh them a dash away people but
Them just cannot dash away them soul
A when the little Island get
So dark and wicked?
Sun a shine but them dark and stupid
Man a swing from tree like a Tarzan with it
Body leave a ground a rotten
Not even Johncrow a visit
SP come make we pause for a minute yeah
In one accord make we start like a Civic
Yeah
Break down all the slave master picket fence
Cause none a them here laws
Them no ligit hey hey
The time for talking done
Too much little Juvenile blood a run
Everybody blood a boil (Pot a bun)
Least little thing a man a draw for him
Gun and when the fun gone fight broke
A where mi little brother run gone?
Strappings over house but him no own one
Say thump Inna face thing is for old man
New program
See them a run out with full clip say them
Gun nah stick yow it's like Guns of Navarone
Buss shot quick
Head back split them a buss shot
To tear through flesh and bone
O-o-o oh mama bawl when she have to write
The youth them name down Inna stone
O-o-o oh them a dash away people but
Them just cannot dash away them soul
Guns of Navarone tear through flesh and bone
O-o-o oh, ooooh cannot dash away them soul
Yes the hunter kill the lion
And say he was hunting
It was a gamebut when the
Lion kill the hunter
You hear say he's 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