Capleton Tour (hip-hop Version) Lyrics

Tour (hip-hop Version) Lyrics

Yeh! 

I say starighten yuh crooked ways 

Blessed is the man that walketh
not in the counsel of the ungodly 

Selassie I liveth everytime (me sing!)




After me lef from Jamaica go a foreign pon tour 

Preaching
teaching the people fi sure 

Answer to Jah when him a knock pon your door


If yuh ignore yuh goin perish fi sure 



Come back in Jamaica,
everything insecure 

Rich a get rich and the poor a get poor 

Come back
come hear say Panhead skull bore 

Come back an hear say Dirtsman skull bore


Hear say John Pope Paul all a come yah pon tour 

DJ dung yah a
brandish mi what more 

Boogerman ah plan all fi guh march and tour


Tour Kingston and all go tour Portmore 

But me know de whole a dem
would a-must dead fi sure 

And de DJ dem nah teach people no more 

A
pure clashing and fighting dem no unite no more 

Alla tell de girls girl
dem fi bruck out like a sore 

It seems like the people dem no love God no
more 

If Slackness a the sickness then Culture a the cure 

Ice all mi
block and all a whole city! 



Chorus 



After mi come back a
Jamaica nuff things gone wrong 

Cyaan know di uhman dem differnet from di
man 

Whole a dem a dressing in di same pollution 

Dawn an John a join
competition 

Man a take them money an a go Obeah man 

Man a grudge full
and dem no stop envy man 

But dem laborite, and dem labor wrong 

Man a
walk pon road and lick down innocent man 

Lik down the little pickiney inna
de prom 

Dis is one thing me got fi overstand 

Most of the youth dem
stop dis Rastaman 

De get fi know say Rasta a di right tradition 

And
respect Selassie as the almighty one 

If Slackness a the fault, Culture a
the solution 



Chorus 



Hold up! Wait a minute! 

Come back
a Jamaica things naw run right 

Man alla fuss and dem no stop from fight


Some long icepick and some ole rusty knife 

Man a walk a road a take
innocent life 

But dem labor wrong and dem labor right 

Man a walk a
road around and take out innocent life 

Say Selassie I and alla dem start
to fight 

Say Emanuel and nuff a dem alla fight 

Say Marcus Garvey and
nuff a dem a fight 

Woman alla shine and man no stop fight 

If
Slackness a the darkness, then Culture a the light 

Ice all mi block an all
a whole city (How me say!) 



Chorus 



This is most of the thing
me tell the people on the tour 

Answer to Jah when him a knock pon the door


Make sure your hands clean and make sure ya heart pure 

Selassie call
you, your safe an secure 

Things yuh used to do yuh naw guh do them no more


Place yuh use to go yuh naw guh go there no more 

Food yuh used to eat
yuh naw guh eat dem no more 

Things yuh used to say yuh naw go say dem no
more 

Leading dem a gwan like dem a bruck out like soldiers (say) 

See
dem a go ((fi dandis?)) upon the seashore 



Chorus 



Hold up!
Wait a minute! 

Come back in Jamaica, everything insecure 

Rich a
getting rich and the poor a get poor 

Come back an hear say Panhead skull
bore 

Come back an hear say Dirtsman skull bore 

Hear say John Pope
Paul all a come yah pon tour 

DJ dung yah a brandish mi what more


Bugggerman ah plan all fi guh march and tour 

Tour Kingston and all go
tour Port Moore 

But mi know di whole a dem woulda must dead fi sure


And the DJ them naw teach people no more 

Clashing and fightin dem nuh
unite no more 

All a tell the girl dem fi bruck out like a sore 

It seem
like the people them no love God no more 

If Slackness a the sickness then
Culture a the cure 

Ice all a block an all a whole city 



Chorus




After me come back in Jamaica nuff things gone wrong 

Caan know
di woman dem different from the man 

All a dem a dress inna the same
pollution 

Down on general competition 

Man a take them money an a guh
obeah man 

Man a grudge full and dem no stop envy man 

But dem laborite
, and dem labor wrong 

(assorted scratching, etc)