Linton Kwesi Johnson - Street '66 Lyrics
The room was darkDusk howling softly 6 o'clockCharcoal lightThe fine sightWas moving blackThe sound was music mellow steady flowAnd man son mind just mystic red, green, red, greenYour sceneNo man would dance but leap and shakeThat sharp through feeling rightShape that soundTumbling downMaking movement, ruff enuffCos when the music met I-tops(?)I felt the sting, knew the shock, yeah, had to do and ride the rockOutta dis rock shall come a greener riddimEven more dread than what the breeze of glory bredVibrating violence is our own(?) moveRocking with green rhythmThe drought and dry root outThe mighty poet I Roy was on the wireWeston did a skank and each man laugh and feeling irie, dread IStreet 66, the said man saidAny policeman come here will get some righteous, raasclot licksYeah mon, whole heapa licksOurs(?) beat, the scene moving rightWhen all on a suddenBam, bam, bam, a knocking pon the door