Ring Ring Songtext
von Brother Culture

I say ring, ring, the bell a ring
Rub-a-dub style keep bubbling
Ring, ring, the bell a ring
Buddy, cah dis call play
Wha′ we tell them?
You are no good, you are no good, Jah
For the things that you do in front of me
Musical thing call "The Hardcore Stepper"

Musical disc call "Play"
Bound to lead the way
Man call Michael, prophet selection, you know?

'Cause I′m a Don Dappa, military rapper
Born road blocker, vampire slayer
My name is brother Culture from the Brixton corner

I'm bubbling up and down just like a wandering talker
You check my politics, my politics are a soldier
Yeah, I'm a soldier, no say I never told ya


Rip through the place just like a runaway boulder
And if I get vexed, temperature will get colder
To fix up the wire you must have a solder
You set up the plug and then you plug in the speaker
The speaker turn on and then we blaze up the fire
We blaze up the fire, wicked man, them a wonder

And when them start wonder, them started to blunder
Them started to blunder and we blow them asunder

Kick down the door, pass every cure
Tell them, this ya one has got the right to endure
We kick down the door, pass every score
Go tell them, bredda Culture come fi chat it, for sure

′Cause I′m a Don Dappa, military rapper
Born road blocker, vampire slayer
My name is brother Culture from the Brixton corner
I'm bubbling up and down just like a wandering talker
You check my politics, my politics are a soldier
Yeah, I′m a soldier, no say I never told ya


Tear through the place just like a runaway boulder
And if I get vexed, temperature will get colder
To fix up the wire you must have a solder
You set up the plug and then you plug in the speaker
The speaker turn on and then we blaze up the fire
We blaze up the fire, make the wicked them wonder
And when them start wonder, them started to blunder
And when them a blunder, we set them asunder

Go tell them, this a youthman pon the microphone a ride
Pon the microphone a ride, I say, mi love di Most High
So long Jah, you will live, but if you hate him, you will die
Say, come into my wave, I say, the spider to the fly
'Cause some of dem a talk ′bout dis an' mi say some of dem a fly by
But hear a pupa Culture pon di King′s Hi-Fi
Heart, breath, sleep, soul, Jah Jah know, them no lie
Mi hold up pon the mic an' we a wave them bye-bye
Along with all di spliff, him a mi selector
An' we under roots an′ strictly culture

You come inna di dance an′ onya night we a go bounce
Tell them, dis ya sound man, it weigh plenty ounce
Say, we rock it to the rich an' we rock it to the poor
An′ when you hear the lyrics, man, the lyrics-dem a pour
Cah tell you, dem ya lyrics is precise an' sure
Mi take my inspiration from the African shore