Wings of the Morning (feat. Method Man) [Lil Jon & Paul's Mix]

And I say, grace is the man greatly to be praised

Selassie, I liveth every time

I say, Jah shall execute judgment and justice and none shall escape Lord of mercy

What me say?

Selassie, I liveth every time

What me say?

Boy, you coulda put on the wings of the morning and fly

There is no escape from King Selassie I

Lay inna the uttermost part of the sea

There is no escape from His Majesty

A long time he a tell you 'bout the dirty slavery

A long time he a tell you 'bout the brutality

A long time he a tell you 'bout the hypocrisy

Me warn you, 'bout recent monarchy

Me warn you, all 'bout we black liberty

Me warn you, all 'bout we equality

Me warn you, all 'bout Marcus Garvey

We beg you, all fi love His Majesty

Selassie I, so let it be

Selassie I, power of The Trinity

A x-amount of nations bow down 'pon them knees

No stop from beg, and dem no stop from plea

And nowhere to run and there is

Oh boy

Put on the wings of the morning and fly

There is no escape from King Selassie I

Lay inna the uttermost part of the sea

There is no escape from His Majesty

Here come that rudebwoy shit, criminology legit

Legalize dope to get me mega-rich Selassie I

We can all get by if we unify

Gettin' chinky eye off the stimuli, blazin' the cut

And all that good stuff, six-three walk with a strut

On these New York streets like, baby, what?

Anything can happen, it usually does

I'm from Staten, the Island, peep me on G-Street, Ticallion

Everything is real ain't nuttin fronted

Counterfeit rapper haffa bungee

He's in it for the munties, M-O-N-E-Y

But you can't take it witcha when you die, Selassie high

Ethiopia a the wings, tell dem fi exit

'Cause no anti-Christ we nah go worship

Heights of life for the righteous, but the wicked haffi perish

With dem religion and dem ol' poli-tricks

Have the people dem a turn, and have the people dem a twist

Nuh show dem no love, a hatred dem cherish

Give dem some 16, and some rusty Matics

Have dem a hold up dem fingers and a push up dem fists

Lead the sheep dem astray, you must get punished

Cyan escape your judgment, stand up

Oh boy!

Put on the wings of the morning and fly

There is no escape from King Selassie I

Lay inna the uttermost part of the sea

There is no escape from His Majesty

So wha'?

And one of these days when you hear a voice say, "Come"

They know where you gonna run to

Oh, oh

I say, they're gonna run to the rocks and mountain, but there will be no rock

No rock

They're gonna run to the rocks and mountain but there will be no rock

So wha' we say?

Wu-Tang Clan's in the area, Capleton's in the area

We got Shaolin in the area

Big up yourself black man, my brothers

Hell is the plan for the other, discover, discover, discover, c'mon, c'mon

New lands for you man and your family

Reminisce on back in the days, can it be

It was all so simple then, we all kin

And black-skinned, original Don set the trend

Let's be men, if not for us, then for the babies

The little ones the revolution has now begun

Put on, put on the wings of the morning and fly

There is no escape from King Selassie I

Now, ow, everybody

Get in where you fit in

For nine-five, the nine-nickel

Cold as an icicle, Method Man

Capleton, representing

Dynamic Duo on the track