Armagedeon War
Lee "Scratch" Perry
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To whom it may concern
He that hath an ear, let him hear what the spirit say
If he wants to earn
And he that hath an eye, let him see what the spirit write
Live and directly, it's the Pen White and Radio Lancashire
With lightning in my hand
I am Mr. Pen Whiteheart
Riding on the mural of my wife, the white horse in revelation
Declarators of war, are you ready for war, you got it
The battle of the Armageddon, war is at hand, at my right hand
Yeah!
Warriors of war
Near and near and far
You looking for war? I've got it at my hand
Thousand thousand careless Americans shall fall
At my right hand
And I slew Satan
Satan be sad and still I certainly choose
I'm walking over you, the man in my shoes
Radio Lancashire
Tread forth hand with the lightning rod
One God, one aim, one destiny
One God, one destiny, one aim, one God, one destiny
Declaration is at my hand
The battle of the Armageddon is at my hand
American agents, you all are dead
And the sixty-six million billion dollar man
Recna come back
Recna in power
Recna mek, then Recna wreck
Recna tek BBC top of the paps
Get up and hip in half
No more time to rap, no more time to rap
Ugly rappers
No more time to rap, ugly poppers, no more time to rap
So get up and hop
Recna in power
And BBC one, BBC two, BBC three
BBC four in full power
Recna taking over
Miserable heads in miserable beds
And miserable heads that walks around with miserable heads
And dancing on miserable miserable legs
Twinkle, you twinkle
When you go to the bathroom and sprinkle, you sprinkle
Look after your tinkle
And if your tinkle be a sweetie
And wipe your, wipe your, wipe your seatie
And wipe your meatie
Or you lose your sweetie
And this is the Armageddon war
Super economic
Gonna make some panic
I make the reggae and take the voodoo on the reggae
I make the reggae, but I didn't make the strikers
I don't respond to the strikers or the raggamuffins
Nah
Declarators of war, warriors of war, near and far
Diddly-diddly, you deep and you twinkle
Make sure you sprinkle and bear sweetie
And wipe up your sweetie
Ride up your meatie
And wipe up your sprinkle and your twinkle
Warriors of war
I am the Armageddon warrior, near and far
Now I take over England, London, and Great Britain
Just like that
Read your badge and rat-tat-tat and pow-pow-pow
When you sprinkle
Remember you sprinkle and it's all this sweet, so
Wipe up your sprinkle
As for your twinkle
Brother, you're not twinkling
Not stealing, you're charged with stealing
Hey now, warriors of drum
Your time is...