or
Bob Marley

Why boasteth thyself
Oh, evil men
Playing smart
And not being clever?
I said, you're working iniquity
To achieve vanity (if a-so a-so)
But the goodness of Jah, Jah
I-dureth for-I-ver

So if you are the big tree
We are the small axe
Ready to cut you down (well sharp)
To cut you down

These are the words
Of my master, keep on tellin' me
No weak heart
Shall prosper
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall fall in it, fall in it
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall fall in it (fall in it)

If you are the big tree, let me tell you that
We are the small axe, sharp and ready
Ready to cut you down (well sharp)
To cut you down

(To cut you down)

(To cut you down)

These are the words
Of my master, tellin' me that
No weak heart
Shall prosper
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall fall in it, uh, bury in it
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall bury in it, uh (bury in it)

If you are the big, big tree
We are the small axe
Ready to cut you down (well sharp)
To cut you down
If you are the big, big tree, let me tell you that
We are the small axe
Ready to cut you down (well sharp)
To cut you down
Sharpened

Duppy Conqueror

Yes, me friend, me friend
Dem set me free again
Yes, me friend, me friend
Me deh 'pon street again

The bars

Yes, I've been accused
Wrongly abused now
But through the powers of the Most High
They've got to turn me loose

Yes, me friend, me good friend
Dem set me free again, mm
Yes, me friend
Dem turn me loose again

(Yes, me friend) Me friend, me friend, me friend
We deh a street again
Yes, me friend, me friend, me friend
Dem set me free again

Written by MYRIE, MARK ANTHONY / GERMAIN, DONOVAN
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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