hey, beefy, come on, move some box.quick, quick, quick. cho! -come on.-come on! easy there. hey, errol! what, you not finishedmoving them boxes yet? -l'm done.-let's go. beat the banker. l've got â£5 here for ganja. cho! l don't want to see you here any more.
just go outside thereand just move the speaker boxes. cho. â£5 for the heart and â£10 for the anchor. l gotta raise now. â£1, â£1 for the diamond. banker's mine. lion! lion! lion!lion! lion! the sound room playthe mighty shaka here next week. the winner goes to the final, brothersand sisters, a sound called ital lion. all right, now,ital lion will go to the finals, see.
what you up to? -moca!-ls that it for a tenner, then? -what?-that. what? thing is moca, man, you know? -yeah?-yeah. -fucking needs to be for tenner, don't it?-true. hey, beefy. there's still two boxesover there, as well. hey, lover. what are you doing, man?don't make me look, man. cho.
que? -hey. you forgotten?-forgotten what? the money. how much do you want? just â£2. you remember. tell you what, seeing as l've gotsome other things to do, l'll take that one. yeah? listen, l'll see you tomorrow evening. -yeah?-all right.
-hold up your end, man.-just shut up, man. -keep on the left side.-just shut up, man. hey! what you do that for, man? what you mean, me? lt was you, you fool. you mashed up the box. you slack, beefy. slack? lt was you, rass claat, man. no, man, you went the wrong ways. no, man, you said left, right?so it's left l fucking turned.
your left is my right, beefy. you no see? cho, you too technical, man. -david, are you up?-yeah. -aren't you up yet?-what's the time? get your clothes on, it's 8:30. l'm going to need your helpwith that brother of yours, you know. oh, mum, if it's that, count me out. listen, you knowyou're the only one can talk to him. -he run away from me again yesterday.-see? what l tell you?
listen, l want you to take himto school, okay? now hurry up. lf he don't want to go, force can't hold him. come here! -get off!-what you doing? -what do you think you're doing?-he's trying to beat me up. -getting him to school.-leave him alone, you great bully! he's half your bloody size. you shouldbe bleeding ashamed of yourself! go on, just clear out of it!do you hear, clear off!
come on, you come down the road with me.clear off, l said! come on, you come down the road with me.you don't worry about him, bleeding git. come on. -dave.-okay, mate. -oi, dave!-yeah? -what sort of time do you call this, then?-lt's after 9:00, innit? you're supposed to be hereat quarter to, aren't you? -l know.-so where were you, dave? -family trouble.-family trouble.
listen, l've got all fucking nightto sort out my family trouble. you have to do yours in the morning? why don't you say you're outon the piss like everyone else? believe what you want. l suppose your mate ronnie,he's got family trouble and all, has he? ron, what you doing?alan don't know you're here, you know. l don't even know l'm here.you know that stuff bill give me last night? -yeah?-lt done me right up. l keep telling you, you can't take it.
no, man, it's got nothing to do with that.l just thought to myself, "l will go home, have a nice time,build meself a lovely little spliff..." -a big spliff.-or a big spliff. so l built this big spliff, thought l'd have a nice draw on it,lock meself in the bedroom, put the headphones on,thought l'd get in some real hard rhythm. next minute l know, l'm spark outon the floor, blinking up at me old woman, and she's shouting at me, "ronnie, ronnie!" you going to light that thing? -yeah, l ain't got no matches.-hold up.
ta. yeah, so what was l saying? -something about your old dear.-yeah, so, yeah, she screams, you see, and sends my old man up the stairs.so he comes steaming up the stairs, trundles into the room,he sees me on the floor then he starts. "cor, fuck me, doll, he's had a heart attack.quick, ring for an ambulance." -do you know what l did then?-no, what? l puked over my mum's slippers. bad, innit? l did, and you should have seen the state. -what, your puke?-no, her slippers.
come off it, ronnie, you're having me on. no, man, l tell you,that stuff's a real killer. promise you. pass the torch over for us.carry that, will you? given me a right job. -here, listen, l'm going home, right?-you've only just got here. l know, it's force of habit. l don't knowwhat l'm doing here anyway. -l'll check you later.-yeah, well, give me me lighter first. get away with it one day, eh? come.
-beefy, where you go?-l come with you, innit? brakes, man, deal with it. fucking hell. -fat larry there?-he upstairs. all right. larry. no, man,what l want with a pressing? cho, blood claat, the one l telex you! yes, right, man, right.
tubby in kingston,he'll block up for sure, you know. yeah. yeah, jamaica 101 . yes, all right. love. cho, look at fat larry now. man must have hit upon rich timesto call up kingston so. well, is up and down, you know. so what happened?long time l don't see you. -l'm here and there, you know.-a tune you come for? just pass and check in,see what going on, you know.
frankie, play the tunefor the sound man, yeah. what you deal with, fat larry? man, hear them tune a good two year now.that '70s tune. -what you deal with?-what you talk about? this tune exclusive, man.lmport man, straight from j to me. fat larry, somebody must have skanked you because, l tell you, l hear them tunea good two year now. what you talk about?ls only ''pre'' l deal with, you know. -pre-release, man.-so what? when that release?
pre-war? hey, frankie... oh, blood claat! -beefy!-beefy, you little blood claat. -fucking idiots.-beefy! beefy. this tune you check for this final,well, it can't help you now. shaka gonna beat you, beefy. shaka rule. -yeah?-shaka rule.
-sunday, we'll see who rule! fuck off!-what you say, beefy? beefy, you're just big and soft. big and soft! anyway, take care, beefy. -shaka rule!-just fuck off, right! right! bunch of wanker. well now, sir, is a serious businessyou dealing with now, you see. this tune exclusive to me, you understand?
errol... and this ganja here, exclusive to l. lmport, you know. straight from jamaica. cho, what happen, sound man?this not back yard, you know. ls a serious business, me l tell you! errol. no man! ls where think you are? trenchtown? this is brixton. and it's â£50 l want for each of them tune!â£50 each.
all right, all right. hold on a minute. l tell you what l'm gonna do.l'm gonna do you a favour, sound man, because l know you for a long time and l want you to winthis competition sunday with me tune. that's a rude thingyou have on your neck, boy. -what, this one here?-yes, man. lf you throw that in with the others,you can come and collect tune this evening. you are a crook, l'll tell you now, fat larry. one big criminal.
-brixton you call this?-brixton. take it or leave it. dave, l want you for a minute. look, do this blue peugeot for us,will you? complete system. what the fuck are you doing? l'm cleaning my hands,what does it look like? l'm playing the piano? but l've got a customer here, mush. l'm having my lunch break, all right? look, come on, dave,you know what the system is.
lf we've got custom, we work it.take your breaks later. and if ronnie ain't here and the customkeeps coming in, l'm lumbered, ain't l? stuck here till 6:00 without a breakfor the same pay. lt's a terrific system that is. just do us a favour,just get her off me back, all right? you can take the rest of the afternoon offas far as l'm concerned. how come l've always got tosort out your fuck-ups? they've had their lunch, haven't they? l'll be back in an hour.l'm going down the caff.
lf it's so important, alan,why don't you do it yourself? you forgotten? -oi!-what? -you wanna know something?-what? -you got too much of this.-yeah? yeah. especially for a coon. l don't likemonkeys who get too clever in my garage. ln other words, son, you're fucking out.do you understand? l'm talking to you. man, you just ruined my concentration.
ruined. you satisfied now? ls what you want anyway? well, right now, beefy, it's a little thingconcerning the tannoy, remember? -oh, that.-yes, that. lt have to replacebecause since the other one get mash up, we only have three boxto carry the treble song. cho, you knowhow much shaka have already, man. cho! shaka this, shaka that!shaka is just a nuisance, man.
hold on, hold on, what happen?finished your exercise yet? you have a benchpress to doand the rest of the things, man. yeah, well, l'll have to do thatwhen l come back, you know. have a little business to attend to. -what about this one?-shh! we'll take this one. we should have taken the one in the gym. -we're gonna take this one, all right?-no, man. come on, come on.
give me the blood claat screwdriver. see there. tannoy number one. come on. right. then how about this? lf l'd been there,it would never have happened, right? how is it your fault, ronnie, man? he can shove his exhaustup his bumbaclaat arse. l'll be happy to do the service, right. -do you want some?-no, l don't want it. you can't take it! l don't believe it.
hey, spark. you not finished that thing yet? fuck you. you know alan's beena wanker for a long time. what do you want? -just to watch you, man.-well, you're in me way, so fuck off. move your blood claat, man! silly blood claat. -have you got the record?-yeah, man. well, give it to me, man. let me play it.
the tune. -beefy there?-bring it, man. let me see the thing. -give me the tune, man.-you got the tune from? yeah, from fat larry, you know. let go the tune, man.cho, fat larry tune, man. yes, sir. -let go of the tune, man.-so, what the tune like? -tune hard, man, hard like steel.-yeah? don't be a spoilsport.let's here the tune.
-yeah, man!-what he say? who this bumbaclaat boytelling an ltal lion man what to do? this man's no ltal lion man, you know. play the tune! tannoy ready. you can go now, all right? go on. l show you something, blue. you see this cut here?lf this cut get one scratch, rasta, not one life worth living, you hear me?
loud and clear, sir! we no gonna scratch it. shall l tear up the final? so good, man. hey, dread! smile, man. you on tv. -just where the hell you get that?-lt's a video, man. l never said "what", l said "where". same place as the tannoy, dread. same place as the tannoy?you mean school? -yeah, man, of course.-what else you thieve, beefy?
blackboard and chalk?you's one foolish pussy claat idiot thief. -what you want with this thing for, anyway?-film the people, innit? film the people! how you going to do that?where the rest of this thing? -what do you mean, rest?-metal box thing. look like a tape recorder. oh, that. we leave it behind, man.the thing too heavy to carry. -so then video bruk.-bruk? useless, beefy. lt's not going to work. all right, dread! cho!don't break your heart, man. l'll sell it. you do no such thing, you hear me?just get rid of it!
oi! turn that off! l said turn off the sound! boy. yeah? have you got any ideahow much noise you are making? -pardon?-don't you "pardon" me. you know what l'm on about. well, the only noise l've heard, lady,is you banging on the door. l want it stopped, understand?every night it's like this.
there's people trying to get to bleedingsleep and you carrying on in there. carrying on? no, you must be mistaken.l'm in there on my tod. there was music, very loud music,if you call that racket music. well, why didn't you say so?l've got a transistor in there. that music is loud enoughto wake the bleeding dead! well, l can't understand that. lt's only gota tiny speaker, as small as that. tiny thing, it's only little. l tell you what l'll do, l'll go in there,'cause l must be going deaf as well... don't you piss me about, my son,because there'll be a lot of bother.
l know exactly what's going on.there must be at least half a dozen of them. they come jumping out of that vanover there, they come in here, and they play theirbloody jungle music all night. -you don't mean blacks, do you?-yeah, blacks. the big ones with the curly hair?wogs? yeah? -sambos?-yeah. -mango munchers?-what about coons, boy? coons? oh, yeah, l might've known, l might'veknown. look at you, look at you.
look at you.good for nothing, noisy, stinking filth. lazy. you're everywhere. jungle bunnies. this was a lovely areabefore you came here, lovely. and you, you shouldbe ashamed of yourself, you should. you know what you are, don't you?you're a traitor to your kith and kin, a traitor. you're no relation of mine, lady. you fuck off back to your own countries,you jungle bunnies. and you! this is my fucking country, lady,and it's never been fucking lovely! lt's always been a fucking tip
for as long as l can remember.so don't fucking tell me, right! beefy, beefy. -cool it, beef.-lt's all right, beef. save that steam for the gym, man. hello. yes. hold on. -blue.-what? lt's your mum. mum. she knows l don't like her to phone me here.
no, l haven't forgotten about carlton.l'm coming home now. yeah, true. yeah, all right. yeah, okay. what does she want? l have to take carlton to school again. oh, forget about carlton. let him wait. -l want my hat.-you ain't going to get it. -l want my hat.-no! you got me intoa whole lot of trouble yesterday. -good!-yeah?
you turned my record player off, you know. put it back on! put it back on! give me my hat. give us it! l'm gonna tell on you! give it back! missed! missed! you're not worth one. you think you canlive in that dirty the room upstairs, man. now go in the kitchen and bring a broomand clean up this room. and l want every piece of them spongeback in them cushion, before l murder you.
jesus christ! look at the place.like a farmyard. so what happen to your job, man?how come you still here this time of the day? nothing's happened to my job, my job's cool. cool? lf you must know, l leave the job. you just threw away a good, good job thereand you don't even care. who said l don't care? pray stop, man. listen, you do your thing,and just allow me to do mine. your thing? fucking kali weedand sound system your thing?
yeah, mine's herbs, man, and yoursis white rum and betting shops, man. so what happened to that,everything not cool? no, sir, is two man inside hereand one that work and one not work, you hear me? and l don't want to subsidise you. l don't want to subsidise you. come here, you, come, come.you skanking school again. leave him alone, man. you see the fine exampleyou are setting him.
why do you skank from school?you must go off to school. you too feisty. you don't control himand you don't control me, see. so just leave him alone, right? watch it. when you earn as much as l earn,then you can tell me what you want. until then, just keepyour pussyclaat mouth closed. what's up, blue? -why you not at work?-check the dole queue scene. -let me show you a shot, boy.-who you call "boy"?
-you the boy.-play the shot, then. let me see it. how come your face lookingso vexed and worried? elaine pregnant? -that's a call shot. take it again.-l'll show you a different one. hey, come here,l want to show you something. come here. hey, blue, come here, man.hey! beefy! -hey, blue, come here and watch this.-what the fuck is that, man? -ls that a dog?-why doesn't he ride it? he can just ride the thing. hey, beefy, man, you've pulled a dog!
you're going to get killed, guy!that thing gonna turn on you. turn on him! see that. beefy, where are you goingwith that thing, man? what the fuck is that? cho, beefy, man,where you got that thing, man? thing? listen,this is african ridgeback, man. l just lent him from my neighbour, innit?sit down, man, sit, sit. sit. you see? plan is, man, we're going tomash up shaka and feast. man, this man is itection against shaka,you see.
see, beef, the thing looks starved, man, sure. l think it's a poodle. no, man, is a mutant,the head's too small for the body. listen, this is a lion killer.ln africa, they use them to kill lions. what does it do, beefy?sit on them and suffocate them, does it? -a word with you, errol.-yeah. look at that. what is it? â£40.
-â£50, man.-lt's not mint. -oh, come on.-errol, it's got scratches all over the top, son. have a look. top price, it needs to be in mint conditionotherwise it's just not worth my while. hold on. l want you to look upon video camera,all right? what do you think about that? errol, son, where did you get that from,the blind school? oh, come on, les,don't be so fucking tight, man. 10 quid, that's all l'm asking. 50 with the tv.
-what do you say?-you're a fucking liberty-taker. -l want it delivered, all right?-yeah. one, two, three, four, five.there you go. oh, and, uh... a pound for some sweetsl want it delivered, mind. -yeah, yeah, yeah.-all right. anyway, listen now, l talked to him about the video and thing,right, and he just gave me this â£5. -â£5? no, man, not right.-listen, beefy, don't start that, blood claat. listen, take the â£5 and be grateful now, man.you lucky you get anything at all.
look, listen, right,how am l gonna buy weed with that and how am l gonna buyan engagement present as well, you know? oh, blood claat! engagement present?tell me something, how long do you think loverboy and this sandragoing to stay together? yeah, well, that's all you know, innit,because he's going to buy a suit now. you waste your money. -what you doing it for?-hey, check that. a walking flag of ethiopia. the man must have red, goldand green underpants, the rahtid.
jah! star! eli! peace to the l, rastafari. one love! really nice... so what happen now?you can't give me a lift? no, man, not with the dog.you have to walk, man. -later, man.-later. -walk with the dog, boy.-blood claat. -hey, come on out.-l no go, man. get out. what you mean, you not come?come on, man.
no, man, l'm not going, right? youthink marriage is all lovey-dovey and cuddly. lt's aggro. me no go. how can you not turn upto your own engagement party? look, keep your mouth down, man.she don't... -listen, my mum don't know, right?-what? all right, l'll put it another way, right? listen, say god came alongand he's created all these different people, all different colours, right,red, brown, black, yellow, white... hey, wait a minute!white is not a colour, you know.
all right, smart arse, pink, right?say he's pink. he's not gonna say, ''well, the red people,l'm gonna give them choppers that size "and brown people's that size, butblack people, l'll give them one that size." -why not?-because he's not, is he? -he don't think like that, does he?-that's where you're wrong, man. you ever see a china girl with big tits? see, is the same thing, man, the same thing. -he's right.-beefy's right. lf you're sure, right, ronnie,when we get there,
-put it up on the table and measure it.-we'll need a magnifying glass. when you've quite finished,where are you getting off? yes, pal, we're going, we're going,we're going. where are we going? tell him where we're going. -l don't know, man.-what are you talking about? no, man, stop joking, man. where is it? -no, man, sandra's supposed to...-see this here... wait. see! where we getting off?where we getting off?
hey, beefy... -st david's hall.-we've passed it. -by the odeon.-come on. that's a pound. five 20s is a pound. -leave it out, guv'nor.-come on, give us a pound. sandra, what timedid you tell this guy to come? 9:00. lt's bloody well 10:30 now.the guy hasn't turned up yet. -l'm sorry l'm late.-forget about it, forget about it.
-come up there with me.-hello. good evening, ladies and gentlemen.would you gather round, please? please hurry up. thank you. ladies and gentlemen, i'm sorryto disturb your dancing and your enjoyment but the reason for calling you herethis evening is to ask you to participate in the engagementof my beautiful daughter, sandra, to norvil washington. a very fine boy. and therefore,i would like you to raise your glass
in a toast to both these lovely people. a toast to sandra and norvil. thank you. loverboy! speech! i would also like to look forwardto that day in march when this lovely couple walk down the aisle. he'll be late! norvil has asked me to apologisefor his late arrival. he put the blame on the busses.anyhow, he's here.
i would also like to take the opportunityto thank robert nicholls for allowing us to use this lovely hall. now, ladies and gentlemen,there's plenty to eat and drink. plenty of white rum, plenty of carlsberg,plenty of mutton and rice. i thank you. look at that! hey, beefy. beefy, man! hey.
look at him! just shut up! you see them there? shut your fucking row up,you black bastards! l'll blow your fucking legs off! slags! -come on, get the message.-fucking spades! -beefy!-you coming, are you? come on. l'll kill you now, you spade. come on. who do you think you are?
get up this way. l'll have you. -hold him!-come on, l want him! stop it! stop it! -bastard! fucking jungle bunnies!-beefy! get out of the fucking country.we don't want you here. drop it, beefy, drop it. beefy, cool it, man. cool it, no one was hurt. forget it, right? that man called me a black bastard.
fucking hell, man, how many timesyou been called that? -fucking ignorant people!-l do know they're ignorant people! fucking pig ignorant. -beefy, do you want to start a war?-yes, man! do you want a race war?beefy! listen, beefy. beefy, if you go up there and fight that guy,there's all the other flats to deal with. cool it! cool it! beefy! beefy! beefy, look! l guarantee you... damn it! they don't think twiceabout throwing us out of the garage.
beefy, man... lf they throw us out, man,the sound is finished. where do we keep the sound, beef?why don't you think? -ln!-beefy! oi! get around the other side! he's going around. he's getting away! all right! we got him! give him a dig. get your legs down, you little bastard!
what you run off for, then, eh?what you run off for, you little robber? -l didn't fucking know who you were.-get it right, son. we stopped you. and you done a runner. you fucking liars. hello, mp, from charlie foxtrot 3. over. we don't like mouthy bastards. suspect detained,we're taking him to yankee romeo. come on, golly, you're coming with us. -l ain't done nothing!-you must be joking.
at 5:00 in the morning? you're a dirty, little slag,like the rest of your black mob. get in. -so how much is the bail?-lt's 200. 200? 200 fucking pounds? lf him don't turn up in the court,you have to pay the money, you know that? so what you want, wesley, what you want? you want the boy to stay in jail until the case come upin three months' time?
so how come you so surehim would turn up in court? because he's my sonand he wouldn't let me down. -him not let you down?-this is doing my... he's let you down already, esther,him go out and thief. he's not a thief, wesley.he told me they frame him up. and if he says, l believe him, right? look, wesley,you should know the police, you know. the police, them do thisand the police, them do that. l don't believe it, esther, l don't believe it!
you don't even believe your own eyes. you see the bruises on the boy face? thieves and skankers, all of them! look after it, right? god, wesley, can't you talkabout anything else but money? l go to work, too, you know.l save that money. so don't you interfere in my affairs.you hear me? how come you think you was able to save if l never go out and workand come back and bring money inside?
not even that fridge... come on, man, see that? oh, right here. give me that rass claat thing. what? give me the thing, man. l don't see whywe have to put up these posters, you know. lt's the promoter's job, this. a promoter job. yeah, but who's the promoter's best friend? -shaka.-right.
and where all the postersin this area going to go? shaka area. right. so how's our fellowsgoing to know about it? hey, you're right, you know? yeah, we'll have to fix that shaka, no? come, man. we'll put one over there. oh, come on, beefy! you know the first time l had one of these? -lt was a...-a spliff?
that wembley concert backin '68, '69. desmond dekker and the aces. my boy lollipop. who was that?my boy lollipop? -lt was millie small.-marcia and graham? not marcia and graham,bob and marcia. bob and marcia. yeah, you was a skin, man. a baldhead. a crombie. white shoes, braces,and hair that was non-existent. -we didn't get in though, did we?-you know why?
-errol didn't turn up with the tickets.-with the tickets. but that party was good. you knowthat party you took me to after instead. -angelo?-yeah, the guy with the gold teeth. the one with clubs, diamondsand spades on. l gave him a cigarette -and he mashed it up.-l remember. yeah, how was l to knowhe was building a spliff? l thought he was just being anti-social. lt was a nice spliff. you know how to make them.
so where you going tonight, elaine's? -yeah, l reckon so.-yeah, well, l think l might pull tonight. l think errol's got a few chickslined up for me. so what, l'll check you later, shall l? yeah. too much french kissing, eh? where are you? -hey, blue.-william. how's it going, son?
tribulations, you know, up and down. that's all you think about, ain't it? sex. -ls that a spliff, that?-and your herbs. and reggae music. this is the guythat's been molesting my sister. you know rupie, don't you, blue? hi, rup. so where you going? where we going? just a cruise, you know.
-can l cruise with you?-yeah, the man can come. how's it going? well, l haven't won anything yet. -just won something.-you're lucky. been here for hours. lf you want business, it'll cost you 20 quid. you got anywhere to go? -yeah, l got a place just around the corner.-all right. -you come up west a lot, do you?-not very often.
l thought l hadn't seen youin that place before. -you sure this is okay?-yeah, don't worry. through the alley and just around the cornerand we're there. hey, you, just give mesome blood claat money. yo, fool, why don't you ask some old blood? hey, man, what?come on, don't worry about him. they love it, it's how they get their kicks. hey, man, we can't leave him just like that. look, do you want the policeto come and get us?
listen, man, cho,call an ambulance. just let them know... listen, man. you never tell meabout any of them things, man. what? about what? -mugging and that kind of thing.-ls that what you're on about? look, how do you thinkall these politicians, all these police, these blokes driving around in fast cars,how do you think they gets so high? they've got to step on someone's feet.survival. money's money, innit, mate? cho. look, just come take yourfucking things out of my car, all right?
-all right.-thanks a lot. lt was nice. l'll come and check on you again, yeah? -where you fucking been?-blue, you frightened me. do you knowhow long l've been waiting out here? -so where've you been, elaine?-been out. -lt's 6:00 in the morning.-thanks for the time check. -so who's that you're off with now?-oh, don't talk rubbish. l went up a soul clubwith deidre and beverly. neither deidre nor beverly drive.
look, what am l supposed to doon a saturday night? sit by the phone hoping you'll ring? who was he? the one in the lnterceptor. -who was he?-look, right, it was deidre's brotherand he goes out with beverly. anyway, it's got nothing to do with you. what do you mean,it's got nothing to do with me? do you know how longl've been waiting outside your house? l don't care how longyou've been waiting outside my house.
-you don't care!-no! listen, right. look, when l decide to go outon a saturday night and you're not around,what am l supposed to do? sometimes l could hit you. look, blue, look, just leave me alone,all right? just go away! -jah!-jah! almighty and most powerful god. clap your hands, all ye people. shout unto jah with the voice of triumph.
for the lord most high is terrible. he's a great king over all the earth. he shall serve you. and the nations at our feet. he shall choose our inheritance for us. the excellency of jacoband the lord rastafari. jah is gonna bless you. lord with the soul of a trumpet. sing praises to jah, sing praises.
sing praises to rastafari, sing praises. 'cause he is a great king over all the earth. sing his praises with understanding. -jah!-rastafari! most high and terrible god. lord of lords, king of kings, conquering lion of the tribe of judah. he lift up himself.
most high god, light of this world, rastafari. most powerful and terrible god. dear beloved, peace be unto the l. welcome to this gathering of the most high,jah rastafari. rastafari. but the l look as if all the troublesof this world be upon him shoulders. come here,draw this chalice and let these herbs for the healing of the nation,heal your troubled mind. to the east, africa.
to the west, jamaica, first babylon. to the north, england, second babylon. babylonian triangle of captivity. man travel down many roads,in many directions, all of them roads that man take,all of them journeys that man make, is brought deceptions and vanities. vanities and vanities that make mancan't step forward out of babylon, first leaving behind himthe dirty filthiness of this dirty, corrupted and wicked babylonian society
and step forward to zion, forward to africa, the first point of this triangle,forward to l and l, jah rastafari, most high and mighty god. dread? errol? -what errors!-look how the man spell ''rule.'' all right, come on,shaka gonna kill your blood claat. come on, guy. me cold enough. -all right, man.-come on.
hey, come on, beefy, man. -we have to catch some fun, you know.-shut up, man. hey, beefy, come on, man.what a blood claat you are. -what errors!-come on, man. lion! hey, beefy, you ought to seea tailor about that coat, man. -shut your fucking face.-where you get that coat from? come on. come on, man. -l hear that shaka have a new tune.-which new tune?
everything is fucked, man! fuck me. shut the rass claat door now. so what are you looking at me for? well, it's not me that's done it. lt's your kind, man. your fucking kind! beefy, why don't you hush upyour blood claat? -you don't know nothing!-no!
l know that if him never stop mefrom mash up them blood claat on the balcony, this would never happen. they're the same kind, man. your kind. your fucking kind. my kind, beefy? my kind? lt's me that sprayed all the walls, is it? and mashed up the speakers, yeah?cho, man, l'm a national front guy? them are dealing in pure wickedness, man. don't talk fucking black, white man.
l don't want to hear noarguments here. l don't want no violence. nobody be making a schism, you hear? tonight is still l night. errol. -cool down, beef, man.-sure. -record box is in the van?-yeah, man. fat larry special there? yeah, man. so sound and l look good. come, come, man.come, beef, man. come, man.
look after yourself, ronnie, you hear? the l better make sure the l reach on time. l'll see you later. a calm and heavenly frame. a calm and heavenly frame a light to shine upon the road. a light to shine upon the road
that leads me to the lamb. that leads me to the lamb lord bless me nowand bless us if thou can be so please. l pray for our complete deliverance. l pray that you will use me as an instrument. lord, l am depending upon youwhile we say thanks in jesus' name. at a time like this, my heart is overflow with joy
knowing that once l was a sinner, was going down the road of sedition. had no intention about this man, jesus. and one night l come to the conviction and tonight l am rejoicingin this free and full salvation. and l could say, as brother paul tonight, l am happy to be a christian and l am rejoicingin this free and full salvation. and now, lord, l praythat you will bless every heart.
what a pussy claat.what's so important it couldn't wait? right now, when l go home, it's just pureaggravation from my wife, you know? you playing tonight? -no, why?-l might want to borrow your sound system. what do you mean, borrowmy sound system? what happen to yours? -ls two you want?-my sound system get mash up last night. get mash up?you know, this call for some negotiations. blood claat! what do you mean, negotiation? you're worse than a pussy claat.just give me the key, man.
listen, man, watch them language, man.have some respect. right now, just drop themin the letter box when you finished. and listen now, don't you come for no more favoursafter this, you hear, son? hey! oi! open this bumbaclaat door. oi! l know you're in there! bumbaclaat. what are you after, jungle bunny?
an hiding, eh? ls that what you want? eh? jah does you know? light of this world, i and i, rastafari i shall lead i and i to the promised land babylon, babylon, babylon say rastafari!
four thousand yearsi've gone through exploitation, victimisation i and i come to chantno babylon oppression and set the captives free king of kings and lord of lords conquering lionof the tribe of judah-ah-ah who's this brother here?he must be a new boy. blood claat, never seen him round this area. -you know what them say about him?-no man, what them say about him? they say he likes to mash up people things.
-why he do that?-because he's a fucking hooligan. blood claat problems,you hang around with beefy. no fighting, man. where's your buddy?don't nobody want, man, rasta. get together, rasta! hey! i love... cho! quiet! i want to get this song over. lover boy, you gonna have tocontrol this song tonight. -me?-yes, man, you. you do it.
right, folks, now ital lion. first of zion, jungle lion. good to see you. to the inspiration of his imperial majesty,emperor haile selassie i of ethiopia. jah! rastafari! go into lion! lion! i get a call coming down the hall i had just had a few in the hall when i was a youth i used to go to school
teacher just tried to make me a fool lord i said themnever ever teach me history all the things that were so unnecessary can't take no more of that # oi, what do you want? we all at peace now. all right, all right. who's in charge here? don't l look like l'm in charge? -right. nor do l know a blood claat...-are you in charge? lion! lion! lion!lion! lion! lion!
listen to me, sunshine... stop the music?send the people out? no, man. the guy want to sendthe people outside! l stop him. police outside. saying everyone gonna... stand firm! hey, no! no! them fooled us long enough. they won't fool us again,stand firm in the hall. lion! lion! lion! lion! we can't take no more of that
lion now say, now saywe can't take no more of that lion say we can't take no more of that it's 400 yearsand it's the same kind of living brutality, hypocrisy, same immorality we can't take no more of that... say, say, say, saylion! lion! we say lion! lion!we say lion! lion! because we knowyou can't fool the youth no more jah teach the youth the rightand true and true way
then you say every man shall payaccording to the rules of babylon we can't take no more of thatwhat we say? can't take no more of that can't take no more of thatsay, say, say, say we can't take no more of thatno more of that