Wicked & Riled Songtext
von Tribal Seeds

Spit out the truth and get the wicked dem riled
Chant out your roots and get the wicked dem riled
Over-stand how the past still affects now
Over-stand the system works to keep you down
Whoa whoa woy

Sit down young child or be slain
By the words from my mouth yah

Nuff a them a cop a dreadlock style
And knowing nothing of the Nazarene vow
Poppy reggae a get them versatile
And money hungry a just find it worthwhile
Whoa whoa woy
Sit down young child
And they′re the same ones who curse thy name, Lord
Spit out the truth and get the wicked dem riled
Chant out your roots and get the wicked dem riled


Ras Tafari is a Livity
Not a cultural trend
So many exploit I Spiritual practice for
Their own convenience
Can't sit aside and watch them water down
Weaken the movement
From Pinnacle to Back-O-Wall
Who will stand tall to defend

All the elder who were massacred in Coral Garden
Cause them a Hail Haile Selassie 1st
The Con-quering Lion
Death before dishonor is the only decision
I naw hesitate when it comes to His mission

Iyah draw fi the shield and buckler
Ram mi sword through pagans
Naw be nuh pawn
Babylon master of manipulation
Masses minds are captivated like Lot′s wife in Sodom
And them wah dumb down the consciousness from the
Youths dem born...

GMO food a farm
Depopulate with biological weapon
Pandemic plan to systematic racism
We tell them we can't breathe and yet no one is listening
Well revolution is a must I naw be no victim


When them sight stars fall from the sky
Go and cry to your gods not to I
Maga man claim them a Christian then why
Do they fall victim to politician lies?
Do they not recall what Daniel prophesied?
Bowing to the beast, do they not realize?

Well run but you can't hide
Your kingdom is in the blink of an eye
Spit out the truth and get the wicked them riled
Chant out your roots and get the wicked them riled
Real natives of this land knew what you′ve defiled
Atonement awaits, countdown the sundial

And we still ride high
Vexed with yourself, you nah vexed with I
Go on, trace back your bloodline till it run dry
Systemic racism is something they still deny
Warnings of their scripture, they turn blind eye
Convince yourself of a little white lie
Whoa whoa woy

See them fuss and fight
All the while, system′s playing both sides
Spit out the truth and get the wicked them riled
Chant out your roots and get the wicked them riled