Süp127:
Say what?
Chorus (Fikir):
Jah made the herb for man to reap, yeah
Jah made the herb for man to reap, yes
Fikir Amlak, First Verse:
Let up my lamb’s bread
Now good ganja I-shence
Meditation dedicated to the higher regions
Where profits rise and angels sing
Glory be to Him, glory be to Her
Cause love is what I get when sensimilla in my head
Deep now in I heart, walk with peace now instead
Of vanity lies oppression, corruption, deceit
Babylon try to trap I-n-I but we’ve got to be free, yeah
Chorus (Fikir):
Jah made the herb for man to reap, yeah
Jah made the herb for man to reap, yeah
So medicate all those in need
Süp127, First Verse:
Do I toke weed?, Naturally
I inhales that bubonic chronic smoke plaguing the streets, but from no factory
Because I, never smoke tobacco
Unless there’s still a little in the paper after the emptied, re-filled, and re-rolled back, yo
What you hear in the back now, is that sound of water filtration
Preferably bubblers of cheeba reefer, thank Jah for blessin’ this creation
Every puff I’m takin’ got my lungs resonatin’, my mouth salivatin’
Savorin’ the sweet taste that livens up any occasion, so many strains of persuasion
Providin’ sensations that got my brain racin’, pacin’ back and forth
Inhalin’ vapors, I find myself sayin’, “Why resist temptation?,” [Fikir]: “Lick the chalua?”, Of course
The reason why I never ran track or sports
And when I can’t affords my needs, I turn towards my seeds
Place one in the earth somewhere where no one can see, or high up in a tree
It’s the herbal remedy for my disease, helping me ease with laid-back peace
All troubles cease as I release, and contrary to popular beliefs
Memory loss is a benefit, helping me forget whatever’s stressing me.
Fikir Amlak, Second Verse:
Yes, I see it, come the day
The plant, ganja, is, shall be
Regarded as just that, oh
Regarded as just that, another benefit for humanity
Regarded as just that, another natural remedy
Natural as the trees and greens I see
Yea, oh, herb has got to be free
Herb has got to be free
Herb has got to be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Good, good ganja.
Refrain (Süp127):
You can illegalize it and criticize it
No one needs to advertise it
As long as I know who supplies it
I will find it, and I will buy it, you can’t hide it
Cause I like it, it’s gets me irie every time flame strikes it.
See, you can illegalize it and criticize it
No one needs to advertise it
Because I know how to supply it
They will require it, I will provide it, and they’ll acquire it
But you won’t find it, besides, c’mon, try, I know you’ll like it.
Süp127, Second Verse:
If some little piece of plant, can make someone happy
In a world that's so cold, well, then I gladly
Endorse it, it hardly even damages the body
Find me one true case of cancer and don't you dare say Bob Marley
Cause like he says, the ganja makes you think
And that's why he was murdered, because those were powerful words that he speak
At most, you could consider it a weakness when my brain slows
But creatively, it's constantly openin’ new doors
Cause too much life exposed to the same point of view
Has got you living for the wrong reasons, like so many do
Herb is soul food, to promote positive energy
If everything was all good, if everyone was a friend to me
Life would be heavenly, and there would be no need
For that temporary love that fills me every time I smoke weed
Then again, from the opposite spectrum, if everyone smoked it
Everywhere would be a better home and things wouldn't seem so hopeless
But apparently there are people who've never tried it out of fear
Believin’ lies about preferrin’ beer, who are criticizing it, never realizin’ it
That's why I'm steady legalizing it.
Fikir Amlak, Third Verse:
Sensimilla have no copy, yeah, ey
Coke and things like that must go away
Cool and calm I sit and pray, Lord, yea
Cool and calm I meditate
Listen to prophecy, now, what the Bible say
Listen to one another and we’ll live today, yeah, today
Haile Selassie I, Emperor Ethiopa, Jah
The ganja that I smoke, inspiration all over
Rastafari rule and I
Jah Jah come to rule again
Chorus (Fikir):
Jah made the herb for man to reap
Jah made the herb for man to reap
So medicate all those in need
Oh, my sweet ganja, eh, my sweet ganja, burn down Baylon, ganja, eh
Refrain (Süp127):
Babylon, you can illegalize it and criticize it
No one needs to advertise it
As long as Jah supplies it
I-n-I will find it, besides you like it
Babylon just want fi’ man to pay for it, so dem can profit
So I spit, free Ed Rosenthal
May he rise from this fall
And once again harvest beautiful medical buds for us all.
