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Vuosii sit jengi Maltsussa, ei pennii taskussa
Juostiin haneen, ku isot tytöt koitti pussaa
Yli siltaa, kehiin posse Kantsu akselilta
Räkikset waildaa, samaa settii joka ilta

Seis! Pysähdyn muisteleen, must meille
back in the days oli just eilen
Kesät fudist plus skedee, talvet oltiin luisteleen
Olin sporttinen räkis, länsi-Stadin hustlereit

Kaivari 95 meno aina iisii
Kesäiltan lämmitti pari bissee ja fleece
Freezee, veikol bboy shaittii
All nightii, grogis eka openmaikkii

Bommattiin sporii aiheutettiin pahennusta "tsori"
Testattiin oman käden alennusta "noniin"
Bostattiin kellon-alla, sittarissa
+3589 ei pyygee dissaa

KERTO
Tää on mun Stadi: snadi metropoli -
kolinaa sporien yössä kuuntelen...
Tää on mun Stadi; vanha hippi rotsin alla
dallailen halki torien...

Stadis aamut saa mut snadist fiilisteleen
Hyppään jossain viimest ennen stogest
Hoppii skobest, oon ku himas
Huikkaa stobest, olo ku kuningas
Tunnin taas hengaan, en venaa mitään
Kelaan länteen, itään, takas. Koko Stadi on rakas!
Niin monii muistoi, niin monii mestoi
Tääl on pyöritty siit ku oltiin penskoi

Mä lähden himast hakeen kiesii Kisiksen parkkikselt
Nään ekan biksin Runskil, sillon kelasin tarttiks` sen
jäädä vaan taa, mut matka jatkuu
Käyn tsekkaan mummuu, tääl tuli mont` yöt` ain bunkattuu
kun vaihdoin maisemii, mut niin tuttu stoori
Eteenpäin motarille, mis ..... autooni
Mut en jaksa Volvoo pohtii. Jatkan Porvoot` kohti
Ja noniin, niin monille tuttuu siltaa kotiin

KERTO
Tää on mun stadi; snadin kundin lailla
skönee diggailen... stebui stikkailen !
Tää on mun stadi; spugejengistäkin
tsennaan jokaisen samanikäisen...

Porvoos` taas, taas kotost. Tää kaupunki toimii..
Poimin broidit heittään perus munkkii
Gabikseen, sumppii. Kuluu oleskelus tunnit
Sit taas munkkii... Kerkkoon rundi...
Sit kotiin isku... Siit ote lipsuu? "Noou!"
Puistoon istuun. Mont` muistoo muistuu
Hyviä? "a-ha" Sit taas sillan yli mä kaahaan
Himaan taas Marjiksest, Töölön syliin mä palaan

Unohtumattomii muistoi itä-Stadis hengaa
Leissi brennaa, ei hajuu mitä huomenna
Parhait kesii Vuokis ensirakkauden kaa
Ei jengaa, kuosis levareit svengaa
Hertsikas, Roihikassa "Wassaaph aza!"
Mis tahansa mestassa ain ku himassa
Digaan Stadii, kantsii rileittaa sunki
Ei mikä tahansa spotti, vaan mun kotikaupunki

KERTO
Tää on mun Stadi; radikaalin täällä
elin nuoruuden - täällä vanhenen.
Tää on mun Stadi; Tavastian stagellakin
bongaan sen: Stadi-fiiliksen !
Tää on mun Stadi: snadi metropoli -
kolinaa sporien yössä kuuntelen...
Tää on mun Stadi; vanha hippi rotsin alla
dallailen halki torien...

pitkäst aikaa pääsin treenaamaan breikkausta ja hitto ku tuntu hyvältä...=)

Yeah Man...
Jah will be waiting there, We a shout!
Jah will be waiting there

[Verse 1]
In this world of calamity
Dirty looks and grudges and jealousy
And police weh abuse dem authority
Media clowns weh nuh know 'bout variety
Boom!

The youngest veteran a go murder dem slow
Ragga muffin sent to call me from the bush bungalow
Unnu watch mek I clear out my voice now Figaro!
Emerge from the darkness with mi big blunt a glow
Mi hammer dem a slam and spectator get low
Some bwoy coulda big like Bam Bam Biggalow
Bust of trigger finger, trigger hand and trigger toe
A two gun mi have mi bust dem inna stereo
Cause

[Hook]
I got to keep on walking on the road to Zion, man
We gots to keeps it burning on the road to Zion, man

[Chorus 1]
Clean and pure meditation without a doubt
Don't mek dem take you like who dem took out
Jah will be waiting there we a shout
Jah will be waiting there!
In this world of calamity
Dirty looks and grudges and jealousy
And police weh abuse dem authority
Media clowns weh nuh know bout variety
Single parents weh need some charity
Youths weh need some love and prosperity
Instead of broken dreams and tragedy
By any plan and any means and strategy

[Hook]
Say!
We got to keep on walking on the road to Zion, man
(Nas: I've been waiting to do this track with you man! Yeah...ha ha)
(Yeah, yeah)
You know (They know)
We got to keep on walking on the road to Zion, man
(Yeah you gotta keep walking y'all,
You gotta keep...)

[Nas]
Sometimes I can't help but feel helpless
I'm havin daymares in daytime
Wide awake try to relate
This can't be happenin like I'm in a dream while I'm walkin
Cause what I'm seein is haunting
Human beings like ghost and zombies
President Mugabe holding guns to innocent bodies
In Zimbabwe
They make John Pope seem Godly
Sacrilegious and blasphemous

In my lifetime I look back at paths i've walked
Where savages fought and pastors taught
Prostitutes stomp in high heel boots
And badges screaming,"Young black children stop or I will shoot!"
I look back at cooked crack
Plus cars that pass by
Jaguars mad fly
And I'm guilty for materialism
Blacks is still up in the prison Trust that
So save me your sorries, I'm raising an army
Revolutionary warfare with Damian Marley
We sparkin' the ions, marching to Zion
You know how Nas be NYC state of mind I'm in

[Verse 1 Repeats]

[Hook]
I got to keep on walking on the road to Zion, man
We gots to keeps it burning on the road to Zion, man

Clean and pure meditation without a doubt
Don't mek dem take you like who dem took out
Jah will be waiting there we a shout
Jah will be waiting there!

[Chorus 2]
Clean and pure meditation without a doubt
Don't mek dem take you like who dem took out
Jah will be waiting there we a shout
Jah will be waiting there!
In this world of calamity
Dirty looks and grudges and jealousy
And police weh abuse dem authority
Media clowns weh nuh know bout variety
Single parents weh need some charity
Youths weh need some love and prosperity
Instead of broken dreams and tragedy
By any plan and any means and strategy
Instead of broken dreams and tragedy
Youths weh need some love and prosperity
Instead of broken dreams and tragedy
By any plan and any means and any strategy
Ay! say,

[Hook]
I got to keep on walking on the road to Zion, man
You know...
We got to keep on walking on the road to Zion, man

Katsotaan kuinka moni tuntematon ja tuntemani uskaltaa
sanoa minulle moi !

Kun olet sanonut "moi" lisää tämä päiväkirjaasi ,
ja katso kuinka moni sinulle uskaltaa sanoa "moi" !

Chorus
Stephen Marley:
And it was written
Up in the book of life
Cause the man shall
Endure forever more
(Repeat)

Verse 1
Damian Marley:
Well did you know the pen
Is stronger than di knife
And they can kill you once
But they can't kill you twice
Did you destruction of di flesh is not di ending to life
Fear not of the anti-christ
Did you know that I
Exist before the earth
And did you know my eyes
Are windows to the world
Did you know you can't go a Zion and a wear jheri curls
Can't tell the boys from the girls
The body's just a vehicle
Transporting the soul
It's what's inside the people
Is beauty to behold
Fear not of evil
Everyday dem flesh it grow old
Changes of the time take the toll

Chorus

Verse 2
Capleton:
I won dem fi in fury's in the eyes of di beholder
A lovers in the presence of the love maker
Rises in the words of the comforter
Endure much longer
Way much longer
Fury's in the eyes of di beholder
A lovers in the presence of the love maker
Rises in the words of the comforter
Endure much longer
Way much longer
Careful of your entertain stranger
Selaisse never born inna nuh manger
And dem never crucify as nuh savior
He leck off himself inna the ruler

Verse 3
Jr. Gong:
A vest around his chest and Rastafari is his name
The gift of everlasting life for us to all sustain
Lesson that you all forgot
Lesson taught you all forgot
Rasta call I shit you not
Do you remember Elijah
And his chariot of flames
Same blood that runs tru my veins

Verse 2

Verse 4
Capleton:
Babylon nah function when dem a failure
So be careful of dem cellular and pager
Cuz I sign see dem I see danger
So dem grateful Selaisse I bray tay yo

Chorus

Verse 5
Drag-on:
Watch for sticks and stones
Stumbling blocks in piles
Life is one big road
Miles on top of miles
So blessed be the soul
That always remains a child
And most people don't even smile
There's a natural mystic
Blowing in tru the air
So keep it realistic
And always be aware
The truth is crying out
And it's so loud and so clear
But most people won't even hear
Spiritual pollution is in the atmosphere
And with so much confusion
Can one be happy here
The gift of Rastafari is for all man to share
But some would rather to be so unfair

Chorus