Two Sevens Clash Lyrics - Two Sevens Clash - Culture

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 read" 

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 prophesied 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