Capture - NBSPLV

Christopher Columbus, him come from Spain, sir When him sail him ship, then him come ah Jamaica Send go tell de Queen say him come-come discover But when mi tek a stock, there was Red Indian Him ah boooast - say him capture Rasta Him gone-gone boooast - say him capture Rasta Afterward mi check it out, him turn back ah Africa Load the ship with human cargo Come back and start to work up the cane field Kill out the cassava and potato An' ah boooast - say him capture Rasta (wha' im seh?) An' ah boooast - say him capture Rasta The next time they see him, them send fi the barber Say that them come fi trim up the Rasta Trim first and then them ask question But when me tek a stock, ah Armageddon Dem a boooast - say dem capture Rasta An' start to boooast - say dem capture Rasta (Heh! Watch dis!) When mi tek a stock him come inna the land, sir See mi ah Negril, grandfather Rasta With mi grey beard and mi challwah Him mash up the kutchie and him gon' ah Campion Gone boooast, say him capture Rasta (what a sinting!) Gone boooast, say him capture Rasta The first semi-aircraft gun was made by Carlton?? was a black American And them tek it weh and gone mek M16 Give it to black man fi shoot one another An' a boast, say dem capture Rasta Dem a boast, say dem capture Rasta If ah piece of cloth, why dem call it rattan? Dolly an' lick-shot an' water pumpy When mi tek a stock, that's not our unity Among the children in our community Dem a boast, say dem capture Rasta Dem boast, say dem capture Rasta Some black man say them drop off ah Trinidad The other black man drop ah Antigua The big stake them drop ah Jamaica Because I and I, we come fi conquer Dem cyann't boooast - say dem capture Rasta Dem cannot boooast - say dem capture Rasta (yuh ah hear?) Dis ya Rastaman him nuh licky dreadlocks Dis ya Rastaman him nuh licky licky dreadlocks Den can't catch me wid no rice and peas and meat, sir When me come me come, de Rasta cook him ital Dem cyaan't boast, say dem capture Rasta Dem cannot boast, say dem capture Rasta

And I say Dread and Terrible pon dem Good god of grace, well I have his mercy And me say old slave driver Time is catching up on you Old slave driver I know your sins dem a haunt you Carry we go home, Carry we go home And bring we gone a east Cause man a rasta man And rasta nuh live pon no capture land Carry we go home A me settle and seize Caw man a rasta man And rasta nuh live pon no capture land Lord America a capture land Di whole a Jamaica a capture land A long time dem wah trick the rasta man Like dem nuh know man a real African Yuh tink me nuh memba King Ferdinand And teifing Columbus have a Golden plan Dem make a wrong turn and end up in the Caribbean One rass genocide kill nuff indian Fi turn paradise in a plantation And bring cross one ship load a African No hear comes the teifing Queen from England No she Carmwell and envy mother Century pon top a century full a sufferation And after four hundred year mi say no referation And now dem wah fi kill we wid taxation But a beg you please take me to the mother land Carry we go home, Carry we go home And bring we gone a east Cause man a rasta man And rasta nuh live pon no capture land Carry we go home A me settle and seize Caw man a rasta man And rasta nuh live pon no capture land Watch dem pon top a di hill A look inna dem plate how it proper and it fill Because down town have shocka fi kill Dem tell the tourist say fi stop a Negril So come mek we start a new chapter We nah stay pon di land weh dem capture A me say Africa fi all true rasta A say go tell di unscrupulous factors say Carry we go home, Carry we go home And bring we gone a east Cause man a rasta man And rasta nuh live pon no capture land Carry we go home A me settle and seize Caw man a rasta man And rasta nuh live pon no capture land Cherry Garden a capture land Me tell you Shortwood a capture land Los angeles dat a capture land And new york city dat a capture land Ease some a di place weh you wah go live sweet A teifing land there's no title fi it And some a these place weh you wah go live nice A tief dem tief it in the name of christ Spanish Town dat a capture land The whole a Kingston dat a capture land Remember Portland dat a capture land And all down a Trinidad dat a Capture land Barbados dat a capture land Tell dem Bermuda dat a Capture land And tell Columbia dat a Capture land All round a Cuba dat a Capture land

I guess it's saying something you're not running away Hiding in the dark but you still want me to play You are not alone You are not alone As we're walking through the bodies Looking for the door Soon we gotta go Soon we gotta go Only using eyes you tell me all I need to know Do you want to get out of here? Do you wanna be gone Well, let's just get out of here And when we get home Lay down Lay down in my bed And when we get home Stay down Stay down And catch my breath It's no heart attack Cardiac A strong attraction We're image capturing Heart attack Cardiac Let's run it back when we get home Riding down the highway running reds You and me babe nobody guessed I forgot my phone You forgot your phone Nothing can Distract me when you're pulling on my arm Busy on the road Busy on the road Got the whole night Where you wanna go? Do you want to get out of here? Do you wanna be gone Well, let's just get out of here And when we get home Lay down Lay down in my bed And when we get home Stay down Stay down And catch my breath It's no heart attack Cardiac A strong attraction We're image capturing Heart attack Cardiac Let's run it back when we get home

(DJ Premier) "Give a nigga pain" -> Big Shug "Listen to a brother who knows" -> Guru "Give a nigga pain" -> Big Shug "It's the real... it's the Militia" (Big Shug) First name vete-, last name -ran I drop bombs hit you with the curse of? Jevron? Broken arms, shattered glasses, whipped asses I advise you to tell us where the cash is Itchy fingers cause nothing but gun fire We disallow all these cats in the camp We the champs, not really to boast and brag Bustin' heads, body bags and toe tags Black mags to blow your whole chest in half If you don't know the equation then you can't do the math I know you cram to understand the plan, but you too Caught up in the rapture, front and we will capture See men and strap ya, cock back and blast ya Blow up your fuckin' house while we still lookin' at ya Militia man... man part three (DJ Premier) "Put your money in the bank, and hold rank" "Give a nigga pain" -> Big Shug "Listen to a brother who knows" -> Guru "I push these lyrics through any emcee And make it burn (burn)" -> Freddie Foxxx "Put your money in the bank, and hold rank" "Give a nigga pain" -> Big Shug "Listen to a brother who knows" -> Guru "It's the militia" -> Freddie Foxxx (Guru) Just to feed the babies I'll infect you like rabies With a lust for the gravy, you know the god must be crazy I'm sick with it, I'm built with stilts for you midgets While you fidget, you could get kill't for your digits I'll creep on the low, keep it a secret yo I swore an oath to dump on you, out the Jeep window I don't care if you a geek or a thug, you sleepin' on us And you could catch it, some royal heat from the snub Since the streets is watchin' niggaz might see us often We told you rap cats we would keep it poppin' See all I got is a lot of bad news for y'all You're gonna need more than a lot of tattoos on y'all You got an army, you still ain't got no wins against us You're gonna need more than doo rags and Timb's against us And fuck your goons 'cause we always get what we're after We bought you this book of torture, this one is Capture (DJ Premier) "Put your money in the bank, and hold rank" "Give a nigga pain" -> Big Shug "Listen to a brother who knows" -> Guru "It's the militia" -> Freddie Foxxx (Freddie Foxxx) There's one ripped out the frame, felony act Everybody get the fuck up, welcome me back I'm the unseen hand that controls 200 niggaz Parked while on the street out of unseen vans I'm the law of the land, the rawness of man That'll show up on stage, puffin' on contraband Capture, duct tape rapture, slapped ya Served up my Venus and Serenas, cocked back Clapped ya - to Internet emcees I'm virus I'm a warrior, niggaz screamin' "Bumpy shot Cyrus" I'm checked in to every hotel that you lay in Niggaz come to my suite to pick up heat Y'all know who wrote the bible in rap, for keepin it real Y'all know who buck fifty your face, I'm keepin concealed It's capture, get out the truck, I'm keepin' your wheels You've?, 'cause you've got a gun you never conceal I leave my hardcore demeanor in every rap arena And underground club that I play in I spit raw verses that y'all ain't sayin' 'Cause your soul was bought for what they payin' You wanna have Bumpy's heart you got to have Bumpy's chest I'll bust right 'till I find just Bumpy left I'll bust mics 'till I have just enough breath To take your heart, it's thug grand death CAPTURE!