No Peace For The Wicked

No peace for the wicked, it don't matter where they go
In the blazing heat or the ice and snow
No peace for the wicked, better mark my words today
None of them can stop the judgement

Rome did crumble, down to the ground
Babylon turns to go come around
Rome did crumble, down to the ground
Natty, natty don't let the wicked get you down

No peace for the wicked, don't you let them get you down
The wicked they will burn up and bury in the ground
No peace for the wicked, got to tell the little youths
No matter what you sow you got to reap the fruits

Rome did crumble, down to the ground
Babylon turns to go come around
Rome did crumble, down to the ground
Natty, natty don't let the wicked get you down

No peace for the wicked, it don't matter where they go
In the blazing heat or the ice and snow
No peace for the wicked, better mark my words today
None of them can stop the judgement

Rome did crumble, down to the ground
Babylon turns to go come around
Rome did crumble, down to the ground
Natty, natty don't let the wicked get you down

Remember Miss Rosa put up such a fuss

I and I were riding in the back of the bus
Malcolm took a picture with a rifle in he hand
Never fear no red necks or the Ku Klux Klan
Marcus prophesied 'bout the coming of the King
Ganga healing up the Rastafari livity
Some will use a razor, some will use a gun
Words sound and power never do no one no wrong
I said that words sound and power never do no one no wrong
Words sound and power never do no one no wrong
No wrong

No peace for the wicked, don't you let them get you down
Wicked they go burn up and buried in the ground
No peace for the wicked, got to tell the little youths
No matter what you sow you got to reap the fruits

Rome did crumble, down to the ground
Babylon turns to go come around
Rome did crumble, down to the ground
Natty, natty don't let the wicked get you down

Sinners haffi weep and moan, bongodaling, bongodaling
Sinners haffi weep and moan, bongodaling
Fire water Africa 'cause Africa is I and I home
I said the wicked got to weep and moan
Go down, a mi say wicked go down

Six foot six, a mi say under the ground
I tell you, mi say sticks and stones coulda never break me bones
A mi say Africa is I and I home
I tell you, mi say sinners haffi weep
And moan, bongodaling, bongodaling
Sinners haffi weep and moan

No peace for the wicked man
Run away, wicked man, run away
Righteous stand, a mi say wicked haffi fall
Say King Popal and then the Vatican fall
'Cause a sinners haffi weep and moan

Sinners haffi weep and moan

Run away, what I tell you say
Mi say no peace for the wicked man, run up and down
Mi say no peace for the wicked man, run out of town
No peace for the wicked man, I tell you say