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Wat a liiv an bambaieWhen the two sevens clashWat a liiv an bambaieWhen the two sevens clashMy good old prophet Marcus Garvey prophesize, say"St. Jago de la Vega and Kingston is gonna read"And I can see with mine own eyesIt's only a housing scheme that divideWat a liiv an bambaie, it dreadWhen the two sevens clashWat a liiv an bambaieWhen the two sevens clashLook up a cotton tree out by Ferry police stationHow beautiful it used to beAnd it has been destroyed by lightning,Earthquake and thunder, I say, what?Wat a liiv an bambaieWhen the two sevens clash - it dreadWat a liiv an bambaieWhen the two sevens clashI take a ride sometimesLetras de cancionesOn Penn Overland and BronxAnd sometimes I ride on bus X-82, say what?Wat a liiv an bambaieWhen the two sevens clashWat a liiv an bambaieWhen the two sevens clashMarcus Garvey was inside of Spanish Town district PrisonAnd when they were about to take him outHe prophesied and said"As I have passed through this gate""No other prisoner shall enter and get through"And so it is until nowThe gate has been locked, so what?Wat a liiv an bambaieWhen the two sevens clash, it dreadWat a liiv an bambaieWhen the two sevens clash, it bitter, bitter, bitterWat a liiv an bambaieWhen the two sevens clash, a man a go feel itWat a liiv an bambaieWhen the two sevens clash, you better do right From Letras Mania