Up Against the Wall Riddim

I grab my jacket and a packet and I head out the door The sun it is ah-shining and I want to explore So I take a little trip to an out of town club Bill up a little spliff and then we rock into the dub Boom Boom! goes the bass, Pap Pap goes the drum The vocal come around like an instruction No man can resist the primitive call Babylon ah never put our backs against the wall Up against the wall, up against the wall Ah Babylon they wanna see ah man ah fall! Up against the wall, up against the wall What Babylon don’t know they make we masses stand tall Out where the Raggaman go, is where the sun shine and wind blow And when he look down low, he sees the Ragga crowd checking his flow Well we get pure idiots round that wanna test our sound Go on like they’re the don, but are bound to mess around So when the fire come rain down I leave them (all of the soundboy) drowned Cos the music from Jamaica all the love that I have found so how now? The Skints we ah go tell it so profound You call it a soundclash I call it burial ground And summa them want to drag man down But if you mana just walk around I just draw for the microphone, and I lyrically stub man out like Zoobadeh! Zoobadeh! Ziggidiggidiggidiggi Doobadeh! Zoobadeh! Zoobadeh! Ziggidiggidiggidiggi Doobadeh! And yes I may like reggae but I know where I’m from My team was Babylon born inna east London Out where the Raggaman go, is where the sun shine and wind blow And when he look down low, he sees the Ragga crowd checking his flow Raggaman say go! Hoping that life fi hand out Good times and good shows And I and I made it through heavy rain and thick snow So where is it you go? With rub-a-dub-a-dub and all our troubles are on hold? He tell me ten times What a society! We don’t like negativity You want fi stand up tall! Don’t fall! Even if you’re up against the wall! Out where the Raggaman go, is where the sun shine and wind blow And when he look down low, he sees the Ragga crowd checking his flow