Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
My good old prophet Marcus Garvey prophesize, say
"St. Jago de la Vega and Kingston is gonna read"
And I can see with mine own eyes
It's only a housing scheme that divide
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash (it dread)
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
Look up a cotton tree out by Ferry police station
How beautiful it used to be
And it has been destroyed by lightning
Earthquake and thunder, I say
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash (it dread)
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
I take a ride sometimes
On Penn Overland and Bronx
And sometimes I ride on bus X-82, say what?
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
Marcus Garvey was inside of Spanish Town district Prison
And when they were about to take him out
He prophesied and said
"As I have passed through this gate"
"No other prisoner shall enter and get through"
And so it is until now
The gate has been locked, so what?
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash (it dread)
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash (it bitter, bitter, bitter)
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash (a man a go feel it)
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash (you better do right)
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
Two Sevens Clash Video (MV)
Performed By: Culture
Written by: Vincent Gordon, Joseph Hill, Errol Thompson, Roy Dayes, Albert Walker
Culture - Two Sevens Clash Lyrics
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Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
My good old prophet Marcus Garvey prophesize, say
"St. Jago de la Vega and Kingston is gonna read"
And I can see with mine own eyes
It's only a housing scheme that divide
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash (it dread)
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
Look up a cotton tree out by Ferry police station
How beautiful it used to be
And it has been destroyed by lightning
Earthquake and thunder, I say
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash (it dread)
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
I take a ride sometimes
On Penn Overland and Bronx
And sometimes I ride on bus X-82, say what?
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
Marcus Garvey was inside of Spanish Town district Prison
And when they were about to take him out
He prophesied and said
"As I have passed through this gate"
"No other prisoner shall enter and get through"
And so it is until now
The gate has been locked, so what?
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash (it dread)
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash (it bitter, bitter, bitter)
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash (a man a go feel it)
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash (you better do right)
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
When the two sevens clash
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
My good old prophet Marcus Garvey prophesize, say
"St. Jago de la Vega and Kingston is gonna read"
And I can see with mine own eyes
It's only a housing scheme that divide
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash (it dread)
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
Look up a cotton tree out by Ferry police station
How beautiful it used to be
And it has been destroyed by lightning
Earthquake and thunder, I say
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash (it dread)
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
I take a ride sometimes
On Penn Overland and Bronx
And sometimes I ride on bus X-82, say what?
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
Marcus Garvey was inside of Spanish Town district Prison
And when they were about to take him out
He prophesied and said
"As I have passed through this gate"
"No other prisoner shall enter and get through"
And so it is until now
The gate has been locked, so what?
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash (it dread)
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash (it bitter, bitter, bitter)
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash (a man a go feel it)
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash (you better do right)
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
Writer: Vincent Gordon, Joseph Hill, Errol Thompson, Roy Dayes, Albert Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network