Lyrics:
park, you go walk
Wid bagga long talk
Dem ago find yuh pon a handcart
What a bwoy can chat, a informa to bomboclaat
Weh yuh see di feds park, you go walk
park, you go walk
Wid bagga long talk
Dem ago find yuh pon a handcart
What a bwoy can chat, a informa to bomboclaat
Weh yuh see di feds park, you go walk
boring fuck pon bed
She want handcart and balance pon head
We fuck gyal hard, fi gift we bring
Di gyal dem crown mi Christmas king
Have a buddy christmas,
the same
As everybody else
Whose emotions can't be tamed
You're going to hell
You're going to hell
In a handcart
You thought you were unique
But you are just
yeah
Mi wok her good a so she gi mi di medal
Mek she come first then mi come second yeah
Push her like a handcart nuh pedal
Turn over whatnot and mash up
on seven balls come Saturday
Hey there, wishing well, this old handcart’s bound for hell
Find me something new to sell I beg of thee
Come on, come on, you
the gleaning's done.
The farmer's fat hares, slung upon his gun
Gives goodnight, as home they pull
In creaking handcarts bursting full,
Stacked well out
Rise up my broomstick and my dog
Ayy
Yuh cyah scare Addi wid yuh wicked man talk
Mi rifle dem longer dan a handcart
When mi claat is like a Doberman
to be a fight
Some say were travelling in hand-carts
But I know we're riding on a Hellbound Train
On a Hellbound Train
To hell with this hell, what
controlling the war chest
Hell in a handcart
Hieronymus Bosch
Avert your eyes love
When you've seen enough
Drive a nail
Into your ear
To quell the torrent
say were travelling (to Hell) in hand-carts
But I know we're riding on a Hellbound Train
On a Hellbound Train
Earth Mother's on the back foot
She's
like a little small handcart
Or a fucking pushcart do you need some help
Searching for gun parts
My name is Joseph with a bad temper that gets to throw
till all mi hand sprain (ha)
All brain we a fly nuh only champagne cork (pew)
Man wild nuh fuck we cyah tame, dark
Dem a shub badness like handcart (heh)
and the bodies along the way
Callous from pulling a handcart across the prairie
Over the mountains
Following insanity into the desert
Wisely stopping at the ends
Seven figures deep, Stromboli-eyed.
A trinket on a chain.
To have, to hold, to hell and handcart.
Rusted ramparts ran to seed.
It's just a muscle
The world is in its handcart and we’re heading off to hell,
We may be blown to smithereens and covid’s here as well.
To cap it all we’re being run by
Greetings once again
Didjelirium still pon di mic
cnd The Handcart still pon di riddim my friend,yes !
Bringing dem conscious lyrics with a conscious
the music from The Handcart
I give thanks for the love
I give thanks
Give thanks for the sun that is shining today
For its light makes me smile
Give thanks
ziehen liess dir der Krieg
Keine Zeit. Verzeih mir, verzeih mir!
There is already three days since you came back to me on a small handcart
Your body lay
new
I'm an angel that fell and I'm going to hell
In a handcart I built by myself
And they say I've a soul but
It's stuck in a hole
And I left it behind
the lion's den
When I have
Walked so far the handcarts start pushin' me
Until then
Prove me
Center on the wheel
Like clay in your hands
Ready to be shaped
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