LYRICS

Artist:  Elephant Man
Song Title:  Bombing
Album Title:  Greensleeves Rhythm Album #22: Martial Arts Part 2
Submitted By:  Gemini_20502K

 

Intro:
Yeah, I got to say I send my condolences to all the family, who lose
Someone in the tragic attack on America
For two thousand and one the eleventh of September the ninth
I gotta say we give thanks to all of you comin out
Showin love, everybody uniting together, united we stand divided we fall
You know, to all the fireman who lose dem life
I wrote something in my song, so log on to the next track comin
Elephant Man this one is for you...........
BRING IT!!!!! We right here, Elephant ain't goin anywhere
Shankle my nankle Bin Ladin get trampled, alright cool!!!

Chorus:
Everybody fraid fi fly to di bombing
Bush nah trust nuh guy to di bombing
So many innocent die to di bombing
Look like a world war three out fi happen
Nuh weed caan smuggle again to di bombing
Caan past custom wid a pen to di bombing
Everybody cry for end to di bombing, dead body start adding

Verse 1:
Well a since dat did happen
First man dem suspect pon di list a Bin Ladin
This attack pon America, cannot be forgotten
Glad seh mi neva deh a New York a shoppin
Sorry fi di firefighter dem weh dead inna Manhattan
Write it in arabic english and latin
Anybody weh bruk di peace bone ago rotten
Nah trust wophead cooley inna silk nah satin
Dem woulda try sometin, Capeach!!!!

Chorus:
Everybody fraid fi fly to di bombing
Bush nah trust nuh guy to di bombing
Visa a get denied to di bombing
Look like a world war three out fi happen
Nuh weed caan smuggle again to di bombing
Caan past custom wid a pen to di bombing
People a cry for end to di bombing, Look like a world war...

Verse 2:
Di situation upsettin, now mi can see it clear everybody frettin
Look like a world war three dem mekin
Di eleventh a di night di twin tower get wreckoned
Plane popped dung di city, but we still jammin
Dung a Jamaica a fun we still havin
All a we dancehall dem keep on rammin
Gal a do hair, fingernail, and shoppin
Some a log it on, zip it up, collar poppin
Who dis Blacka? Kiprich still a map him
War still a bruk still unda him coffin
Music live on champagne still poppin and gal a get woppin, Capeach!!!

Chorus:
Everybody fraid fi fly to di bombing
Bush nah trust nuh guy to di bombing
Visa a get denied to di bombing
Look like a world war three out fi happen
Nuh weed caan smuggle again to di bombing
Caan past custom wid a pen to di bombing
Everybody cry for end to di bombing, look like a world war three...

Repeat Verse 1 and chorus till end