Street 66 Lyrics - Bass Culture - Linton Kwesi Johnson

The room was dark, dusk howling softly 6 o'clock 

Charcoal light, the fine sight was moving black 

The sound was music mellow steady flow 

And man son mind just mystic red, green, red, green, your scene 

No man would dance but leap and shake 

That sharp through feeling right 

Shape that sound, tumbling down 

Making movement, ruff enuff 

'Cos when the music met I-tops 

I felt this thing, knew the shock, yeah, had to do and ride the rock 

Outta this rock shall come a greener rhythm 

Even more dread than what the breeze of glory bred 

Vibrating violence is our only move 

Rocking with green rhythm 

The drought and dry root out 

The mighty poet I roy was on the wire 

Weston did a skank and each man laugh and feeling irie 

Dread I street 66, the sad man said, any policeman come here 

Will get some righteous, raasclot licks, yeah mon, whole heapa licks 

Hours beat, the scene moving right, when all on a sudden 

Bam, bam, bam, a knocking upon the door 

"Who is that?", asked Weston, feeling right 

"Open up, it's the police, come on, open up" 

"What address do you want?" 

"Number 66, come on, open up" 

Weston, feeling high, replied 

"Yes, this is street 66, step right in and take some licks"