Lyrics:

1) I-man don't like to get mix up (mix up, mix up)
By pushing me mouth in something I can't prove (no, no, no)
I-man don't take hearsay (hearsay)
Them kind of things bring mix up (mix up, mix up)
I-man no say what next man say (next man say)
I like to prove things for I-self (for I-self)

2) So I take a walk from 6th street
Trying to prove something
Going to the bottom of 8th street
From corner to corner you can hear
Yes, the youth dem a shout:
Natty dread, yes them dread

3) Natty dread, natty rule
Natty cool, (cool-cool natty dread)
Yes them dread
For they stand up in Babylon

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I-man don't like to get mix up.......

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