I wake up in the morning and I,
Flash my natty dread, yea!
Give praises to the Most High, Jah Jah,
Then me hold a fresh.
Ready for the worldwide pressure,
It heavy like a lead.
I deliver dis ya message with a vengeance,
To the heads of government, to you head, yea!

It's time to settle the score,
The poor can't take no more.
Babylon rotten to the core,
The shitstem run by a whore.

We nah go bow..

All you intellectual fools, now,
Listen to the youth.
They stumble in the paths of darkness,
Searching for the truth.
No more hey diddle the cat and the fiddle,
The cow jump over the moon.
We no beg, we no bow, we nah turn poppy show,
Nah go play by the rules, no!

It's time to settle the score,
The poor can't take no more.
Babylon rotten to the core,
The shitstem run by a whore.

It's time to settle the score,
The poor can't take no more..

The poor can't take no more.
Oh yeah..

Yes I and I, Selassie I soldier,
(Yes we come fe war)
'Gainst wickedness in high and low places,
(Says you full a flaw)
We are the militant prepare to take your stance,
Lick down who in our way.
I've seen it a thousand times I know revenge is mine,
And now you must pay!

It's time to settle the score,
The poor can't take no more.
Babylon rotten to the core,
The shitstem run by a whore.

Things get gritty in the city,
Have no pity for the guilty.
Up from slavery onto victory,
Mighty, mighty rootsy, rootsy.

Natty Dreadlocks;
Settle the score down easy.
Settle the score down easy.
Armed with locks and cutchie,
Ital yood in my duchie.
Dread will conquer the duppy,
If you live you are lucky.

Time.. yes it's time,
Rough and ready cool and deadly time.

Dis ya hustle and a bustle,
Fighting against all evil.
Destruction of de people,
Declare it as illegal.
You in a bag of trouble,
So don't you move a muscle.
The shitstem run by a whore..