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Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quwon Morris
Songwriter
Nathaniel Lacon
Songwriter
Emil Joseph
Songwriter
David Folkes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Emil Joseph
Recording Engineer
Horrace "Jungle Ratt" Cowan
Producer
Jevon Sterling
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
So what you doing this time
Ah you Mr. Babylon killing in front of my eyes
Yuh pull out yuh gun in spite of babies dat cry
Live with yuhself
Ah kill man like flies
And all of them are down
Ayo Jungle Ratt
Murder Murder Murder Murder
Police dutty hands unu nuh go nuh further
If you if you have a gun put dung at the curb ya
Not every black man is a burglar
If yuh want war then fight the corruption
Bare ghetto yute dem need instruction
Gwan ah we school them need construction
If yuh wah contribute to we production
So what you doing this time
Ah you Mr. Babylon killing in front of my eyes
Yuh pull out yuh gun in spite of babies dat cry
Live with yuhself
Ah kill man like flies
And all of them are down
Di rav 4, mac 4, dat floor and uh
Dat whore, dat fur, dat more and uh
Dats him, dats her, dats your honor
Platinum, dat gold, dat more mama
Wid di 9 will release and ah land
Anyweh wi go, pon street, pon land
See Dem Pon Dem ends and ah post pon di gram
I mi nuh over stand
Dem nuh waan do work eh nuh
Anyweh yuh see dem Inna di street dem searchin yuh
Always on a criticize spree, dats hurtin yuh
Find a betta way fi mind greed, I'm purgin yuh
Full time purgin yuh, fi find my worth eh nuh
Energize and weaponize, heed
Stop hurtin yuh
Slowin down di bullets wit speed
Dats first eh nuh
Why yuh waan fi mek a man bleed
I nuh overstand
So what you doing this time
Ah you Mr. Babylon killing in front of my eyes
Yuh pull out yuh gun in spite of babies dat cry
Live with yuhself
Ah kill man like flies
And all of them are down
Siren siren
Then a bap bap
Ah wah dat?
Black yute them body pon di flat
Mi swear seh mi tired, sick ah dat
So Mr. Babylon don't vex
Cah we deh ah fight back
True me black and mi proud
Yuh nuh like me
True me have mi locs dem ah grow
Dem ah fight me
Even when me walk with di crown
Dem ah spite me
Jah Jah coming back fi di town
When the lighting ah strike
So what you doing this time
Ah you Mr. Babylon killing in front of my eyes
Yuh pull out yuh gun in spite of babies dat cry
Live with yuhself
Ah kill man like flies
And all of them are down
They killing, they killing, they killing
No matter wah di mother dem feeling
They killing, they killing, they killing
Dem ah aim fi di top ah man ceiling
So much ah di youth den cry
Murder Murder Murder Murder
Police dutty hands unu nuh go nuh further
If you if you have a gun put dung at the curb ya
Not every black man is a burglar
Writer(s): Horace Cowan, David Folkes, Quwon Morris, Emil Craig Joseph, Lacon Nathaniel
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