Hmm yeah
See yo deh yeah
Of clarity and severance pay yeah
This is what the Ible say yeah
Someone will have to pay yeah
Well, what about the innocent blood? yeah
Blood that dem shed every day yeah
Someone will have to pay
Someone will have to pay

See dem falling, see dem falling
I feel no way, they say I’m heartless
I can’t feel sorrow for no wicked man
For your own deeds created your sinking sand
Can’t chuck him no rope to save his skin
For the sail on his boat there will be no wind
For his getaway car there will be no engine
For his pendulum there is a backward swing

That’s on you
That’s on you, your owna dirt catch up with you
That’s on you
That’s on you, your owna dirt catch up with you hmm hmm yeah

Joyful joyful sentence the sons of the pit
No botha come sentimental with it
That’s dem votin’ fraternity
Betrayal price upon discovery
hail man ya can’t grant dem no leniency
Not with dem nuclear creation habit aye aye hmm hmm yeah

See dem falling, see dem falling
I feel no way, dey say I’m heartless
I can’t feel sorrow for no wicked man
For you own deeds created your sinking sand
Can’t chuck him no rope to save his skin
For the sail on his boat there will be no wind
For his getaway car there will be no engine
For his pendulum there is a backward swing

That’s on you
That’s on you, your owna dirt catch up with you
That’s on you
That’s on you, your owna dirt catch up with you

Sometimes to be sympathetic
to the imbalance is to sink the boat
Independence of a resourceless state
is unrealistic by needs
to present date, superpower is colonate
Feeding off Africa in all their Ivine and Sun Center
The de-population courtroom is their tool
The de-population courtroom is their tool aye
As them
Whitewash walls on sepulcher
See dem falling, see dem falling
I feel no way, they say I’m heartless
I can’t feel no sorrow for no wicked man
For you own deeds created your sinking sand
Can’t chuck him no rope to save his skin
For the sail on his boat there will be no wind
For his getaway car there will be no engine
For his pendulum there is a backward swing

That’s on you
That’s on you, your owna dirt catch up with you
That’s on you
That’ts on you, your owna dirt catch up with you

Joyful joyful sentence the sons of the pit
No botha come try sentimental with it
That is their votin’ fraternity
Betrayal price pan discovery
hail man ya can’t grant them no leniency
Not with dem nuclear creation habit

See dem falling, falling
I feel no way, dem say I’m heartless
I can’t feel no sorrow for no wicked man
Your own deeds created your sinking sand
Can’t chuck him no rope to save his skin
For the sail on his boat there will be no wind
For his getaway car there will be no engine
For his pendulum there is a backward swing

That’s on you,
That’s on you, well your owna dirt catch up with you
And that’s on you
And that’s on you, your owna dirt catch up with you
Well that’s on you
Well that’s on you