Raga I have a mix-up from Strathbogie in Westmoreland. Big up di ooman from Strathbogie weh har man go ketch Rasta Man a swipe har, an she put out di man an send him back a Hanover. Dat a no Rasta again him a Dread now, an now she have di dread a carry har pon bicycle.

A weh di backfoot! Noooo sah! But yuh know seh mi know dem tings ya long time. Some people nuh waan yuh talk up dem tings ya, but because Desmond McKenzie neva ask mi fi license mi mout, mi a rinse! People, a no every Rasta a vegetarian! Nuff Rasta nyam meat! Raaaaeeeee! Mi get dem Rasta mix up deh all di time. Puppa Jeeezas! Go see how him jus a flick back di locks fi it no get inna di way! Mi a dead! But we shouldn't be surprised, cause don't a di Rasta dem always a tell wi fi eat right? Mad! But wait deh, inna di mix up ya, so afta di woman man ketch har a get di propa swipe from di ras, she run weh har man back a Hanover? Oh God, see it deh, di ras swipe weh di man woman. Di ting deep though yuh nuh, cause if a woman can lef har good-good man fi a ras weh a toe har pon bicycle, den di ras swipe mus shot like wow!

A nuff ras a dweet. Nuff a dem a tie back dem locks inna pony tail an den launch dem tongue drama. Mi a wonda if wen dem a do di tings dem an it shot, if dem mek di usual rasta cry ... Jah! Raaaasstafari!