I-man don't like to get mix up
(mix up, mix up)
By pushing me mouth in something I can't prove
(no, no, no)
I-man don't take hearsay
(hearsay)
Dem kind of things bring mix up
(mix up, mix up)
I-man no say what next man say
(next man say)
I like to prove things for I-self
(for I-self)
So I take a walk from 6th street
Trying to prove something
Going to the bottom of 8th street
From corner to corner you can hear
Yes, the youths dem a shout
Natty dread, yes them dread
Natty dread, natty rule
Natty cool,
(cool-cool natty dread)
Yes them dread
For they stand up in Babylon...
Writer(s): Albert Washington Griffiths
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