Jah, Rastafarianism   Yes I, Ras Trent   Who dem? You no want test me champion sound      Oh fire pon Babylon and fire pon a batty boy   Rude boy living in the shanty dorms   My roommate Nick is an ignorant ball head      Now chant down Babylon midterm essays   Then puff from de chalice   I fi make from a Sprite can      Last week I read a book about Selassie I   Then told my bomboclat parents   I was switching religions      Excuse I, oh hot stepper   You do so many dutty crimes   And plus you're fully skylarking all the time   Unnu look ya now      Have you ever noticed how ball heads suck?   Excuse I for my skanking   Give thanks and praise   Me toil part-time at Jah Cold Stone Creamery      In a dub style   Roller skates, a DVD of Cool Runnings   Murder, She Wrote      Are you there Jah? It's me, Ras Trent   Are you there Jah? It's me, Ras Trent      Are you there Jah? It's me, Ras Trent   Please guide me pon your bike path of righteousness      Oh stannaho, stannaho, stannaho, stannahoy Jah   Fussing and fighting and Zion and Roots   Red Stripe, Shabba, Ragamuffin and culture   Me night nurse never want to plant de corn