This is a song about "The principles of democracy"

To the voice of the oblivion,

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

They bringing me fish and chips

This the clash of the titans

The revolution will proceed

Distorting principles of endued greed,

Thinkin of the the dreams

Get blown like lawn leaves

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

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And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Of the coke and the smoke of weed