Lyrics Small Axe - The Wailers , Bob Marley

Why boasteth thyself, oh evil man
Playing smart and not being clever?
I said you're working iniquity
To achieve vanity, yeah (if I sow, I sow)
But the goodness of Jah, Jah
I'doreth for Iver

So if you are the big tree
We are the small axe
Ready to cut you down
To cut you down

These are the words of my Master
Keep on telling me
No weak heart shall prosper
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall fall in it, fall in it
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall fall in it (fall in it)

If you are the big tree, let me tell you that
We are the small axe, sharp and ready
Ready to cut you down
To cut you down

(To cut you down)

(To cut you down)

These are the words of my Master
Telling me that
No weak heart shall prosper

And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall fall in it, uh, bury in it
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall bury in it (bury in it)

If you are the big, big tree
We are the small axe
Ready to cut you down
To cut you down

If you are the big, big tree, let me tell you that
We are the small axe
Ready to cut you down
To cut you down