Two Sevens Clash

Wat a liiv an bambaie,

When the two sevens clash.

Wat a liiv an bambaie,

When the two sevens clash.

My good old prophet Marcus Garvey prophesize, say:

"St. Jago de la Vega and Kingston is gonna meet."

And I can see with mine own eyes,

It's only a housing scheme that divide.

Wat a liiv an bambaie - it dread,

When the two sevens clash,

Wat a liiv an bambaie,

When the two sevens clash.

Look up a cotton tree out by Ferry police station,

How beautiful it used to be,

And it has been destroyed by lightning,

Earthquake and thunder, I say, what?

Wat a liiv an bambaie,

When the two sevens clash - it dread,

Wat a liiv an bambaie,

When the two sevens clash.

I take a ride sometimes,

On Penn Overland and Bronx,

And sometimes I ride on bus X-82, say what?

Wat a liiv an bambaie,

When the two sevens clash.

Wat a liiv an bambaie,

When the two sevens clash.

Marcus Garvey was inside of Spanish Town district Prison,

And when they were about to take him out,

He prophecied and said:

"As I have passed through this gate,

No other prisoner shall enter and get through"

And so it is until now,

The gate has been locked, so what?

Wat a liiv an bambaie,

When the two sevens clash - it dread,

Wat a liiv an bambaie,

When the two sevens clash - it bitter, bitter, bitter,

Wat a liiv an bambaie,

When the two sevens clash - a man a go feel it,

Wat a liiv an bambaie,

When the two sevens clash - you better do right.