Say mi no like dem kind of Babylon
Say mi no dig dem kind of wicked men
For I am a righteous Rasta manAnd I am a dread, dread one, I man
I and I goin′ beat down Babylon
I and I goin' beat down Babylon
I and I must whip dem wicked men
I and I must whip dem wicked men
Oh, what a wicked situation
I and I starvin′
This might cause a revolution
And a dangerous pollution
I and I goin' beat down Babylon
I and I must beat down Babylon
I and I goin' whip dem wicked men
I and I goin′ beat down Babylon
(Oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
Whip dem, whip dem, Lord
Whip dem, whip dem, Lord
Whip dem, whip dem, Lord
Whip dem, whip dem, Lord, whip!
Oh, what a wicked situation
I and I time for salvation
This may cause a revolution
And a dangerous pollution
I and I must beat down Babylon
I and I goin′ beat down Babylon
I and I must beat down Babylon
I and I must whip dem wicked men
Wicked!
Whip dem, whip dem, Lord
Whip dem, whip dem, Lord
Whip dem, whip dem, Lord
Whip dem, whip dem, Lord
