Hippa to the hoppa and you just don’t stoppa
Hippa to the hoppa and you just don’t stoppa
Hippa to the hoppa and you just don’t stoppa
Stoppa stoppa just don’t stoppa

Big market bad karma
Big waste bad dharma
Sell nestle bombs in Ghana
Red hands blood farmer
Big market bad karma
Big waste bad dharma
Sell nestle bombs in Ghana
Red hands blood farmer

Red hands blood farmer
Red hands blood farmer
Red hands blood farmer
Red hands blood farmer

Humbly stumbling bumbling bad
Sunk in the skunk haze puncture the track
Bigger bad man wida thundering rap
Come run wida funk as we run from the tax
Ratatat tat it’s the sound of the clash
The sound of the crash of the banks and the class
Ratatat tat it’s the sound of the pigs
As they murder wor brothers and murder wor kids
So we rise up finding peace
Got a sweet vibe inside of me
I fly high I’m flying free
High in skies far I see
Heart on sleeve I’m weaving and scheming against these demons
That creep in these sweet dreams that we’re seeking
Yeah we defeat em

Big market bad karma
Big waste bad dharma
Sell nestle bombs in Ghana
Red hands blood farmer
Big market bad karma
Big waste bad dharma
Sell nestle bombs in Ghana
Red hands blood farmer

Red hands blood farmer
Red hands blood farmer
Red hands blood farmer
Red hands blood farmer

Quick flip of the pyramid killing it
A riddim killer wida bigger bit of wisdom kid
Bitter system rip it into little bits
Rebuild wida love as we’re giving in
Giving in to the phases of ages
Waiting for ages for page to be changing
Rising raging skies will be blazing
Blazing the lies and the guise that we wade in
Watch David vs the Giant
Bursting goliath wida pebble I admire
All the rebels that would die for the higher
Step it to the tyrants step into the fire
Banks get burnt down shop sizzling
Torturing infants mauling the wisdom
Call of the all uninstalling the sickness
Big business falls in an instant

Red hands blood farmer
Red hands blood farmer

Better run from the system
From the drones and the killing of the innocent
From the ones who be warring and whoring our world for their selfish interest
To them we’re pawns on a board
Cannon fodder in the profit of a war
Brainwashed on their “honourable” cause
Better yourself sign up the form
Ratatat tat it’s the sound of the guns
Sound of the trap as they light up the slums
Ratatat tat it’s the call of the drones
Gunning our people destroying our homes
Reclaim strength
Third eye on a new wave length
Start seeking peace believe in zen
Look to the light and it all makes sense

Shop lifting from big business
Bigger sickness big and bad and vicious
All the victims addicted to Christmas
No religion witless thickness
Shop lifting tragic capital
Woke in an act and I wanted to smash it all
Crash and trash it all all the cash is flammable
Act is laughable I jam wida magical
Shop lifting lifting shops
Market thief man I shift what I got
Shifting a lot then I drift till I stop
Get biffed wida biff man I stick to the pot
Shop lifting taxing choring
Twocking the lot don’t stop till I’m snoring
Pop in a shop and I leave with my fortune
Man I’m poor but my life is awesome

Red hands blood farmer
Red hands blood farmer
Red hands blood farmer
Red hands blood farmer