S.O.S. Songtext
von East Roots

Me no care about ya talk cuz ur stylin for shun.
Me no care about ya talk cuz ur stylin for shun.
Me no care about ya talk cuz ur stylin for shun.
Only a can feel a good vibration,
nom atta de consciequence we assume our action.
Give ya rude boi some music is an occupation,
with the style run new or old from anation,
pon de rythm me a sick with ambition,
politricks and police me a say burn down, injustice and violence.
Burn babaylon.


People a had enough me a tell hotta fire burn in de air ya
Rude boys rude me a call
hotta fire burn in de air ya
People a had enough people a had enough
People a had enough people a had enough

Im onna call feed de revolution out in de streets a defend ya opinion,
people unite one love one vibration,
no matter you color o no establishment,
den a gonna be afraid manifestation,
take over de tv and ya radio station, spread out de word,
rasta invasion, we come out in de streets ah outta babilon.
People a had enough now
Im on a call fee de revolution