Every time I 'ear di crack of di whip

Every time I 'ear di crack of di whip

My blood runs cold

I remember on di slave ship

How dey brutalise your very soul

Today dey say that we are free

Only to be jailed in poverty

Good God I think it's a little are she

Only a machine then makes

Slave driver your table has turned

We will

Catch a fire your gonna get burned

Slave driver your table has turned oh

Catch a fire your gonna get burned

Bun dem out

Dem take up di ghetto youths and

Give dem pure magazine

An take up anotha set an give dem bare 16

An play dem dirty game applaud

Di plots and schemes

An watch dem like a show of

A view big screen

How come we brother dem

Man go buy dem cream

Turn dem inna police an bring

Dem in 'pon dem team

Ah wha dis fodder

Him drive ten grand worth a government larder

An fight against di ones who have di same fore father

Him next door neighbour all weed we charge for

We children slaughter

An we dem wan murder

Jus read di observer

Right now di city can't get no obsurder

After 400 years a no leap wi brown sugar

We ambush we brother

An gwan like whenever

Use to plan slave revolt an

A dem push dem together

We change jus like di weather

Every time I ear di crack of di whip

My blood runs at me

It's runnin' cold

I remember on di slave ship how dey brutalise

Your very soul

Today dey say that we are free

Only to be jailed in poverty

Good god I think it's a little are she

Only a machine then makes

Slave driver your table has turned

Bun dem out

Catch a fire your gonna get burned

Slave driver your table has turned

Bun dem out oh

Catch a catch a fire bun dem out

So your gonna get burned

Son's of slaves child

Now son's of di slave driver

Nah space slave rider neither

An if dem could dem would tax you pon saliva

How much more must we die for

The ones in the cars when

We standing at da car minus

The government bogus they don't work for us

Instead dem chain and whip you with domestic fuss

And guns and aids and drugs

'Cause most of di youths with

Di school in dey mouth

Can't get no money from legitimate jobs

Then you wonder

Why dem grab chain and bags

You influence di youth a turn dem gays and fags

And rest den can afford not even torn up rags

But table a turn a mi turntable spun

Di fiya we a catch up all a blaze and a burn

Dats why anytime you see rasta ya run

Eh yo

Slave driver your table has turned

Bun dem out

Catch a fire your gonna get burned

Slave driver your table has turned oh catch

Catch a fire your gonna get burned

Bun dem out

We no wan nah babylon government

Wey ya burn down ganja man tent

And dem a come wit dem one bag

O tax argument when

We can't pay light bill and rent

Me side dem a leave ghetto youths every which part

Dem went dem a be round corner dem bent

So next time dem pass through you and

Ya crew don't give dem no encouragement

Eh yo just start run dem out and start

Bun dem out a ya environment

An yo we wan no 'bout da eva red cent

O di poor people money dem spent

An den we wan no down to who pay di bill

When di prime minister car dent

An yo we wan know when

Dem come repossess all these

Guns and jobs they've sent

Slave driver your table has turned

Catch a fire your gonna get burned

Slave driver your table has turned

Catch a fire your gonna get burned