Rhythm Rock - The Lions

Angelo Moore:

Ladies and gentlemen, lions and lionesses

King cats of the jungle and pussycats of the Sahara

When it comes to music everybody knows about the cool cats of jazz

but when it comes to reggae what cha’ll know about these rude scratch lions?

Junor Francis: If you’re ready let them hear you!

Black Shakespeare:

Yeah we’re ready, ready, ready to rock it steady

Alex: Bless up Dreadie

Malik: Yeah, dub it heavy ya’ll

Black Shakespeare:

King of the jungle, from JA to LA to the rivers of Humboldt

Lion roar and the speakers go (roar)

Babylon stumble, tumble and crumble

Earthquaker — blaze up for acres

Echo, echo, echo the sounds of Jamaica

Lazer beams, supreme overstanding

Walk and we talk like a champion, free Buju Banton

from Kingston to Compton, Ochie to Oakland, Trenchtown to Upland

Treasure Isle to Trojan, lion wicked and wild from ocean to ocean

In a motion, strutting in that jungle style for generations we blazing it I

Kick it up, don’t stop.

Pick it up, let the rhythm drop.

No we never, never… no joker smoker

I’m the toaster that burn that mota

That makes them locas loca

Police and thieves want fe march like soldier

Red, gold and green, roots and culture

It’s sunshine to sunset from East to West

Bless to my lioness, the Queen Mother and the Emperess

Bless that Cali cess.

Kick it up, don’t stop.

Pick it up, let the rhythm drop.

I said the analogue, analogue style

Kicking up the dubs from Chavez to Miracle Mile

Big up, big up Reggae Pops and Dusk

on a riddim in a spiritual high

On a mission I vibe with I bredren

Audiophile rock 45's reel up, backspin

Relaxing on the Gold Coast, listening to

Coxsone Dodd at the controls

Pass go on the freeway, 101 to 405

It’s 4:20, Pacifica time, Lions on the chalice with stars in their eyes

The angels in the city look so pretty

Make them lowriders low and lounge back in their Caddies.

Vibrating out from the trunk

The bass speakers go (ba-bump ba-bump)

And the gal, them wind them (ba-dunka dunk)

Got that skunk and that reggae riddim funk

From up the beach to the concrete jungle

Lions sound roar make them speakers grumble

Rumble, skank up an' bubble

Leave all your troubles

Got all them ladies crazy and tasty

Cook it up, cook it up master chef Hastie.