A your youth you know! Wew!

(for the master has come back)
Gong the originally,
Run for the grand finale, mi inna mi Clarky-Wally.
(for the master has come back)
Man! I do it regularly through every hill and valley,
It's normal for me now.
(for the master has come back)
It's Mr. Warm and Easy,
She coulda never leave me,
Somebody please believe me.
(for the master has come back)
I'm mad wit it.

Boom!
We learn from the old school,
When strictly thugs used to run it,
When one wheel wheely was the move.
Long before Bogle start dance and still deh pon paper money,
Police ah lock up man fi dem shoes.
That simply mean the station full up a bear Clark boot and Bally,
From England whe' spankin' new.
Before man start to mek flex,
When dem used to mek dally,
And speak of the rights and truths.
If unno starvin' fi di brain food Man have it fi feed you like porridge,
Weh rich inna dreadnut juice.
'Cause nuff a wah dem learn in university an' college,
It water down and dilute.
I tell you street smarts wi carry you through life like a carriage,
From a survival point of view.
And if what you seek is the truth,
And to increase knowledge,
Now you surely can't lose, why?

(for the master has come back)
Gong the originally,
Run for the grand finale, mi inna mi Clarky-Wally.
(for the master has come back)
Man! I do it regularly through every hill and valley,
It's normal for me now.
(for the master has come back)
It's Mr. Warm and Easy,
She coulda never leave me,
Somebody please believe me.
(for the master has come back)
I'm mad wit it.

Boom! The return of the dread I when I get back the entire Empire will start to strike back,
Well a bare army green full up mi flight pack.
Some red eye guy a wonder which bank we hijack,
And a we the voluptuous girls a smile at,
Any bwoy nuh like dat, him gone pon ice box.
We can be dangerous like how the night black,
We will dip and come up, select and slide back,
And say she loves my culture, herbs and my locks,
Silkly smooth way of I flow, my words and my tracks,
She's hoping we can spend a night at,
Somewhere that's warm and cozy, why not?
She's been wanting me since my Karl Kani drop,
And she needs the substance, not the hype chat.
For dark clouds do bring rain, baby,
Here comes the sun to shine again.

(for the master has come back)
Gong the originally,
Run for the grand finale, mi inna mi Clarky-Wally.
(for the master has come back)
Man! I do it regularly through every hill and valley,
It's normal for me now.
(for the master has come back)
It's Mr. Warm and Easy,
She coulda never leave me,
Even if she don't believe me.
(for the master has come back)
I'm mad wit it.

Boom!
I know you're loving the goods that I'm delivering,
Up in your neck of the woods so you can live again.
Who is the cock in the coupe which part the chicken in,
And dem copy the books that I have written in.
And when you hear from the shout,
Dem no have no discipline.
And dem a run up dem mouth,
Them never listening.
And when the Gong no deh 'bout,
I know you're missing him,
'Cause lyrically no doubt I'm nitroglycerin.
Mi touch down it's carousels of luggages,
My flip phone, my car cell, my messages.
My girl bring me parcels and packages,
Marijuana cigar smells in palaces.
A few coil must pop off for di charities,
'Cause politician a palave' pon dem promises,
A new face will fulfill the prophecies,
It's too late for two faced apologies.

(for the master has come back)
Gong the originally,
Run for the grand finale, mi inna mi Clarky-Wally.
(for the master has come back)
Man! I do it regularly through every hill and valley,
It's normal for me now.
(for the master has come back)
It's Mr. Warm and Easy,
She coulda never leave me,
Even if she don't believe me.
(for the master has come back)
I'm mad wit it.

When the fire tun down low we're only simmering.
Anyhow we start get cold, dem would be shivering.
Not everything is gold because of glittering,
Tell dem fi clean dem soul from all di littering.
And they don't own di throne dat they be sitting in,
And it was just a loan they're only sitting in.
And when the King come home well what a bitter thing,
Nashing of teeth and moaning upon bickering.
Well mind you catch the flow it can be sickening,
Only a few are chosen for the reckoning.
It's Rastafari's world that unno living in,
And it's a lion's jungle unno visiting.
I know you've seen the posters of my images,
Upon your streets and close to all your villages.
My metaphors unfolding with my similies,
Woman can go dance again.
Boom!

For the master has come back!
For the master has come back!
For the master has come back!
For the master has come back!