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Rub a Dub Market
Luciano
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Gays dem a gays man, out a order
Dem a youth dem nowadays
Dem nah hold no vibes
A pure bag of lies, listen
Carry me music over Rub-a-Dub market
And the music sell off
Carry me music over Rub-a-Dub market
And the music sell off
Carry me music over Rub-a-Dub market
And the music sell off
Carry me music over Rub-a-Dub market
And the music sell off
Some artists nowadays
Look like a gays dem a gays
Dem making music to gain some fame
But it's all in vain
But when Messenger and him crew touch down
As if the world is in town
We lick dem with raw power and sound
Roots and culture weh the crown
Some a dem a push bad vibes
And dem nah hold no rem
Dem a gwan like dem a the roots
But dem a the branch and stem
Dem should a know we rude and salt
From way back when
Dem know that Papa Luchi is a living legend
Dem can't take the fire weh Jah Messenger send
Send up pon dem, come yah, a the seed of children
Dem a gwan like dem a me friend
But dem a bag of heathen
Me burn dem once, ganja me a bend
Well then...
Carry me music over Rub-a-Dub market
And the music sell off
Carry me music over Rub-a-Dub market
Even the producer a laugh
Carry me music over Rub-a-Dub market
And the music sell off
Carry me music over Rub-a-Dub market
All of we fans start to laugh
We can't take the slackness
That they bring to the business
Pure madness and badness
That's all they got to give
What about the roots?
Don't they love it no more?
Don't they have no respect
For those who paved the way before?
Carry me music over Rub-a-Dub market
And the music sell off
Carry me music over Rub-a-Dub market
Even the producer a laugh
Carry me music over Rub-a-Dub market
And the music sell off
Carry me music over Rub-a-Dub market
Even the producer a laugh
Hey, whoa now
Bring back the roots and culture
Into the dancehall
We can't take the vibes
The youth dem now a push nowadays
A just one bag of lies
And it look like say a gays dem a gays
Well, a pure hooligan and pure gunman
Even policeman a turn musician
And everyone a talk how dem have dem weapon
How dem bad and a dem run the island
Man a say dem bad and dem have the place lock
Heavy metal pon hip, Beretta and Glock
Some man say dem no secure until dem well strap
X amount of machine and X amount of shot
But, dem things deh fi stop
And make we cut up the crops
Bring back the roots and culture
And save the youths the future
Why can't we unite?
The future to be bright
No more fuss nor fight
Let's teach what is right
Bring back the music to the Rub-a-Dub market
And the music sell off
Bring the music to my Rub-a-Dub market
Even producer haffi laugh
Bring the music to the Rub-a-Dub market
And the music sell off
Bring back the music to the Rub-a-Dub market
And the producer laugh
Well, oh Lord
This is what we need today
The roots and the culture
To teach the youth the way
Bring back the music, yeah, yeah
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