Stepping Up
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Now respect due to all entertainers and players of instruments
Producers, promoters, radio disc jockey
Coming from the Colonel, international, you know
Stepping up, stepping up
I keep on moving, Lord
Stepping up, stepping up, hey
I keep on moving, hey
Let me tell you something
Not everything that glitters is gold
Why you try to gain the whole world
Then you lose your soul?
Young, mighty, strong and black
Especially to be bold
Never think that you know it all
The half has never been told
Stepping up, stepping up
I keep on moving, hey
Stepping up, stepping up, hey
I keep on moving
Let me tell you something
Bob Marley did proud of me
Jacob Miller did proud of me
Peter Tosh did proud of me
Now let me tell you 'bout reality
Stepping up, stepping up
I keep on moving, Lord
Stepping up, stepping up, stepping up
I keep on moving, hey, hey, hey
Shabba Rankin, you proud of me
Buju Banton proud of me
Berrisom and him proud of me, hey
Garnet Silk must be proud of me
One and one, that make two
Reggae for me and reggae for you
Whether you a singer or a DJ
According to your works, man, a so you get paid
Stepping up, stepping up
I keep on moving, hey
Stepping up, stepping up
I keep on moving
Let me tell you
Keep on doing the right
Never, never do no wrong
Come please, somebody help me
Sing this culture song
Bob said the half has never yet been told
Not everything that glitters is gold
To be young, strong and bold
Perfection is my goal, hey
Stepping up, stepping up
I keep on moving
Balong, beleng, beleng
Stepping up, stepping up, Lord
I keep on moving
Hear me now, star
Build up all those building blocks
Make we build it, make we build it non-stop
Whether you white or whether you black
We're moving forward and we can't look back
Stepping up, stepping up
I keep on moving, hey
Stepping up, stepping up
I keep on moving, woah, hey
Supercat, I beg you don't turn back
Although the ghetto running hot
Shabba Rankin, I'll uphold the gun
But still we have to have fun
Remember Terry Gans, you're broad
You can't hold down a yard
Buju Banton no feel no way
A boom, bye, bye, bye, bye, say, we
Stepping up, stepping up, hey
We keep on moving, Lord
Stepping up, stepping up, stepping up
We keep on moving, hey, hey, hey, hey
There's a special place in Heaven
Or if you want to go to Hell
Now let the rhythm roll
'Cause the things and time will tell
The singers of music and players of instruments
They all shall be there
We used to play it on the harp and on the flute
So now, we are telling you the truth
Stepping up, stepping up
I keep on moving, Lord
Stepping up, stepping up, stepping up
I keep on moving, hey, hey, hey, hey
Stepping up, stepping up
I keep on moving, hey
Stepping up, stepping up, stepping up
I keep on moving, hey, hey, hey, hey
Stepping up, stepping up
I keep on moving, hey
Stepping up, stepping up, stepping up
I keep on moving, hey, hey, hey, hey
Stepping up, stepping up
I keep on moving, hey
Stepping up, stepping up, stepping up
I keep on moving, hey, hey, hey, hey
Stepping up, stepping up
I keep on moving, hey
Stepping up, stepping up, stepping up
I keep on moving, hey, hey, hey, hey
There's a special place in Heaven
Or if you want to go to Hell
Now let the rhythm roll
'Cause the things and time will tell
The singers of music and players of instruments
They all shall be there
We used to play it on the harp and on the flute
So now, we are telling you the truth