Vibrations

[Intro: Imeru Tafari] Woah, woah, yeah Oh, woah, ye-yeah Oh, woah, woah, yeah Woah, woah, yeah [Verse 1: Imeru Tafari] Rasta man we a no weak heart We a look in a we self and we a pree smart When it come to Babylon them is a retard Now time get wicked and real hard When you look in a yourself and you no see God And your pants them a drop, and you lean hard 'Bout ten dozen 'matic in a three yard And you mother still a bawl, granny plea Lord Never have a cent in a pocket But a ends, you a lock it You a send fi a gun, and you a send fi a ratchet Send fi bible, and me a send fi a prophet Whеn it come to the truth, beg mе a knock it The pastor bawl out, send me a jacket When you look in a account, you fi check fi deposit And the little ghetto youth them a empty the 'matic MP them a tell me say it tragic [Chorus: Imeru Tafari] What you do is coming right back to you, I tell you What you do is coming right back to you What you do is coming right back to you, I tell you What you do is coming right back to you [Verse 2: Chronic Law] What me'd a do, me no proud We shubbing bullets around 'Matic a push in a town Drive-by 'til the car in a one bush in a now Losing a lot, but dawg, a karma when you looking around Look what the investment do me yah now Mommy, me need your prayer Them stick yah no beat in a Hyatt Ask Caesar, me nah seize fire A the truth can't keep me quiet And my hands them full and still a bring trials 'Nough obstacles and man stay solid like top a the pliers 'Maru deh yah like David, would never too wackaz the giant Tell everybody 'pon the corner Say no follow the badness if you frighten fi see karma A who a burn the rat go turn informer Stranger in a the war yah Make me give you the drama The same gun weh you buy and 'pon your own it go fire A the dawg with desire And it hard fi retire 'Cause we in too deep [Verse 3: Imeru Tafari] A the least fi we chop a beast A no Japanese In a streets weh the Glock a breeze, man a drop a knees Yow, please sell the proper trees Poppy drop a lease We a breach fi the African Minneapolis We a sting, something like a bees Or a grabba leaf Beat, me see shot a squeeze when me drop a East Haile Selassie, a no never Socrates [Chorus: Imeru Tafari] What you do is coming right back to you, I tell you What you do is coming right back to you What you do is coming right back to you, I tell you What you do is coming right back to you [Verse 4: Popcaan] Yeah Careful a the tree you planting Watch how you a shoot 'cause you will dead like plantain Where's the love? Imeru, them asking Karma make 'nough youth dead a rattid If you believe in a friend killing, no linger Don't boast 'bout you put no rifle 'pon no window 'Meru will catch the boy and fire like cyclinder God no go catch him, him all a scream out like a Linda A the sense fi people living if them heart don't clean? Love in the chalice [?] No better than the ghetto youth because you live 'pon scheme Me tell [?] Imeru say fi go live that dream Ask Beres, without no vision them perish Yeah, ask Beres, without no vision them perish [Verse 5: Imeru Tafari] This no weak heart Me a look in a me self and me a pree smart When it come to Babylon them is a weak heart Now time get wicked and real hard When you look in a yourself and you no see God And your pants them a drop, and you lean hard 'Bout ten dozen 'matic in a three yard And you mother still a bawl, bawl, bawl, yeah [Chorus: Imeru Tafari] What you do is coming right back to you, I tell you What you do is coming right back to you What you do is coming right back to you, I tell you What you do is coming right back to you