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The Very Best of Beenie Man: Gold (Beenie Man) · The Best of Two Badd DJ's: Beenie Man & Spragga Benz (Spragga Benz) · Best of Beenie Man: Collector's Edition [2 CD] (Beenie Man) · Beenie Man [DVD/CD] (Beenie Man) · Best of Beenie Man (Beenie Man) · Best of Beenie Man (Beenie Man) · Best of Beenie Man (Beenie Man) · Best of Beenie Man (Beenie Man) · Bury Your Dead (Bury Your Dead) · Bury the Axe (Jimmy Page) – and 90 other albums »


dis badman, not physical 
But lyrical yu go dis Beenie Man 
And mek mi fans det mad 
But don't matter which form a D.J. 
If yu rascine yu dead
ganja planes flyin high
di poor man im a try
yu tink a lickle try im try
holdin awn bye an bye
wen a dallah cyaan buy
a lickle dinnah fi a fly
J-A-M Jamaica I-see-A Jamaica, J-A-M Jamaica I-see-A Jamaica
Yu na see us walk, me say if yu nu hear we man bumbaclat talk
Jamaica anywe unu de,
J-A-M Jamaica I-see-A Jamaica, J-A-M Jamaica I-see-A Jamaica
Yu na see us walk, me say if yu nu hear we man bumbaclat talk
Jamaica anywe unu de,
vally 

[Chorus]
A man weh dis any pussy, anybody, any Mr. Man 
Worse if yuh dis mi wid mi clock dem ina mi hand 
Any bwoy weh dis Beenie Man a dead
Now I and I say eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
And He that live by the sword shall die by the sword
And if you're Christian go to Church
vally 

A man weh dis any pussy, anybody, any Mr. Man 
Worse if yuh dis mi wid mi clock dem ina mi hand 
Any bwoy weh dis Beenie Man a dead man 
Wol
feel the tension in our land?
(wake up and bury what's dead)
from the hate zone to the high rise all built by man
(wake up and bury what's dead
[Kam]
Do the Wardance

I'm from the tribe of Shabazz
Where every dead peep burned earns you another feather in your head
Peep the pilgrim killa,
sing now)

Bury me down by the river, lord no
Let all the towns people see, see
Their enemy's dead, let me lay, lay, lay my head
Just put me down
A dung to zed
Betweenie Man, yuh mek yuh grammy get to yuh head

Mi nuh business di whole a dem gone
Merciless him dead at Sting before di day beyond
Come
What a hard man Fe dead!
Well, boy by the
Track of the teeth
And all the friend fish
They caught in the sear.
They also got six quarts of run,
tell yu Haile Selassie I you say you nah 

Well the woman you rape last night a smaddy mother 
The man you shot last night a smaddy father 
Dem
This blister has made a permanent stay
Upon the fingers plagued by a hand
A hand that couldn’t bare to raise up, be seen
And speak like a man
committing suicide
suckin' on a motherfuckin' tailpipe
Dead man hangin' from a tightrope
Limbless in the middle of a channel
Bombs away
bury me
Underneath everything that I was slowly changing

I struggle in violated space
Sell out motherfuckers in the biz that try to fuck me
Hang by
committing suicide
Suckin' on a motherfuckin' tailpipe
Dead man hangin' from a tightrope
Limbless in the middle of a channel
Bombs away
at the bottom selfish and grasping for all
They'll stay by a man when he's winning and laugh in his face when he falls
My pal was an honest young puncher honest
many die
Those who survive soon will suffocate
By the poisons we create

Each will dig their own graves
And bury themselves in life's failures
uncomfortable 
Well I am di rain fi mek all fire fuzzle 
Well mi haffi wonder if a dem seh dem come a sizzle 
Yuh dead in New York so how dead man fi risin???
than the sky
We measure time by
Go on, be a hero,
I set you free
Your stagehand lovers
Have conquered me
They'll send yu carnations
While smiling
you'll hear the words I been singin'
Funny when you're dead how people start listenin'

If I die young

Bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink
laid him down in a grave in the sand
And he grabbed my arm with his dead man's hand
He said: "I know I'm dead but I don't wanna lie
In a grave out
the people cry and pray 
They bury their dead and they all go away 
But through their grief I still can see their hate and greed and jealousy 
So here I
The people cry and pray
They bury their dead
Then they all go away

And here I work
And I somehow hide
From a world that rushes
By outside

But each