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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blue King Brown
Blue King Brown
Performer
Jesse Royal
Jesse Royal
Vocals
Denver Feluke Smith
Denver Feluke Smith
Percussion
Jason Welsh
Jason Welsh
Bass
Natalie Pa'apa'a
Natalie Pa'apa'a
Vocals
Phillip Winta James
Phillip Winta James
Keyboards
WAYNE "UNGA" THOMPSON
WAYNE "UNGA" THOMPSON
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C. Santos
C. Santos
Composer
NPa'apa'a
NPa'apa'a
Lyrics

Lyrics

Babylon make way Babylon crumblin' y'all Make way for the Righteous Ones Make way for the Righteous Ones Make way for the Righteous Ones Make way Make way Make, make way Make way for the Righteous Ones They be crossin' over your borders But dem carry no guns, yeh Make way for the Time when it comes They nah shoot you with no bullet Just a lick from the tongue, ay ay ay Didn't anybody tell you The truth on how the world is run And why? Positive movement we push through So we keep our eyes open As we're reaching for the sky Make way for the Righteous Ones They nah carry no guns Still their Words spit Fyah! Make way for the Righteous Ones They nah carry no guns Still their Words spit Fyah! Make way for the Righteous Ones They nah carry no guns But their Words spit Fyah! Make way Make way Make, make way Make way for the Unification Of People around the planet From across every nation, yeah See I'm gonna make a recommendation Stop supplying the bullets To a bad situation, eh eh eh In this Unity We grow through Jah would never leave no one behind Now our consciousness can grow too See dem put pen to paper Write to open up our minds! Make way for the Righteous Ones They nah carry no guns Still their Words spit Fyah! Make way for the Righteous Ones They nah carry no guns Still their Words spit Fyah! Make way for the Righteous Ones They nah carry no guns Still their Words spit Fyah! Make way Make way Make, make way (Jesse Royal) In come the In come the In come the suckilings revealing what was left untold Turning their cracks dem, into gaping holes Repossessing all the knowledge you stole Utilizing all the lessons from the days of old They fight against the Righteous with subliminal plots But we live up inna Love 'cause that is all we've got Skippin', skankin,' jumpin' over stumbling blocks Fluid like the water, still we're solid as a rock From Selassie coronation we bolder Lion-hearted lambs surley ain't no push over Workers of inequity run for cover Red-it-a-go, red-it-a-ga dread on you! Make way for the Righteous Ones They nah carry no guns Still their Words spit Fyah! Make way for the Righteous Ones They nah carry no guns Still their Words spit Fyah! Make way for the Righteous Ones They nah carry no guns Still their Words spit Fyah! Make way Make way Make, make way Make way for the Righteous Ones They nah carry no guns Still their Words spit Fyah! Make way for the Righteous Ones They nah carry no guns Still their Words spit Fyah! Make way for the Righteous Ones They nah carry no guns Still their Words spit Fyah! Make way Make way Make, make way
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