Da Fuchaman - Welcome (Feat. General Levy) Lyrics
Welcome, Yeah man!
Welcome welcome the big Fuchaman
Cislyn and Jolly son from upa Middle Buxston
the hills of Jamaica that’s where I’m from
Middle Buxton Brown’s Town, straight down a St Ann.
And wha! Welcome welcome the big General
International and wi nu normal,
We take it global so we nu local
So big up all the roots crew and artical
Ture mi solid as a rock some seh mi versatile
Nuff DJs teef mi pattern and mi style,
Real chameleon, real reptile
But mama brought me up yow as a discipline child,
I’ve got a lot of love so mi never act viole
If you think a lie gwaan go check my profile
Fi tek another life that is not my style
Mi work fi what mi want man will swim river Nile so...
Welcome welcome the big Fuchaman
Cislyn and Jolly son from upa Middle Buxston
the hills of Jamaica that’s where I’m from
Middle Buxton Brown’s Town, straight down a St Ann.
And wha! Welcome welcome the big General
International and wi nu normal,
We take it global so we nu local
So big up all the roots crew and artical
Cause ten spliff a day keep the Eden away
Mi light up mi spliff and the fyah mi a blaze
Mi blow mi smoke inna Babylon face
Everyday mi get up a to the most high mi pray
Bos out the shackles and mi break out the chains
A long time Babylon a try use them brain
We nah bow fi fortune wi nah bow fi fame
Cause too much ghetto youth life go down the drain.
Cause Jah gimi life, Jah gimi love, Jah Jah gimi mi blessing
Jah gimi, Jah Jah gimi happiness, Jah gimi everything
Jah gimi life, Jah gimi love, Jah Jah gimi mi blessing
Jah gimi, Jah Jah gimi happiness, Jah gimi everything
Welcome welcome the big Fuchaman
Cislyn and Jolly son from upa Middle Buxston
the hills of Jamaica that’s where I’m from
Middle Buxton Brown’s Town, straight down a St Ann.
And wha! Welcome welcome the big General
International and wi nu normal,
We take it global so we nu local
So big up all the roots crew and artical
Watch this!
Rastafari step out inna I turban,
I nu fear the wicked heart and I burn fake-an
And they that rise against I, I don’t fear one
So tell it to the world go tell all nations
Hail King Selassie the ruler of the land
We of to spread love it is the foundation.
And as a Rastaman we got to burn the dragon
Who siteth in the seat yow of Babylon
Well, wicked run when mi deh bout
A fire blaze when the Rastaman step out
A wha the wicked yow a wah then hear bout
Them shoulda know Rastafari run the rote
So yow!
