Defend the Apache
Beenie Man Lyrics

Well, it's only a fool speak things they don't know of
Don't speak of things you don't know about

Pose in front of mi bow and arrow inna your bulletproof vest nuh
Don't try to intimidate me with your bulletproof vest, I have a weapon too

Mi sing a song say Some Dj mussi get man program wrong Gone a yard gone build counteraction
I'm singing a song about DJs who got their programs wrong, and I'm building defense measures against them

'Memba me never ride west with no man It was you and your Bandelero gang Listen mi song Me sing along!
I never rode west with anyone, unlike you and your gang. Listen to my song and sing along

I am the defender of the Apache Cat, him a mi brother so me don't fear nobody All Geronimo him born without pity Might nuh have no gun, but mi bow and arrow ready
I defend the Apache tribe, who are like family to me. I am prepared to fight with my bow and arrow, even without a gun

25 cobra a wha' mi capture inna the West Bounty hunter come fi hot we inna them bulletproof vest With them face look bend up, them nuh hear nothing yet Excuse me, make me lie them to rest, me vexed!
I caught 25 cobras when I was in the West, and now bounty hunters are coming after me with bulletproof vests. They don't know what's coming to them, so let me take care of it

"Loo-loo, loo-loo, loo", so mi call down Comanche Indian, Super Cat and him posse Cowboy get dropped inna man territory Watch it, make me tie up somebody
I call upon my Comanche and Super Cat's posse for support. Cowboys who enter our territory will suffer the consequences

Wha' me do?! Shave them, scalp them! No, me nah burn them Leave them outta road, well, John crow shall nyam them Diss bad man and your life end
What should I do? Shave their heads and scalp them! No, I won't burn them. I'll leave their bodies to be eaten by John crows. If you disrespect us, you'll face dire consequences

You could be Miller, Hiller, serial killer Diss bad man, you get a kick out of mi Fila Boy you shouldn't run 'way from villa A we run the North, South, East, and West Original native, cowboy can't test We burn carrier, indian we no easy Put on we war paint from the war party Cowboy haffi flee! 'cause none can tarry A run inna pole, hide behind the calvary Buck mi bow and arrow, me no romp fi shoot it And if you miss the arrow, can't pass the archery So boy, you and go pose inna your bulletproof jacket So hear me sing!
You might be Miller, Hiller or even a serial killer, but don't mess with me and my FILA shoes. If you disrespect us, you'll face our wrath. We run every direction and are the true natives, so cowboys can't challenge us. We burn down carriers and are not afraid of Indians. We paint our faces for war and cowboys will have to run away. If you pose with your bulletproof jacket, I'll shoot my bow and arrow at you without hesitation

From the day Beenie deh inna him my mother's womb When me down deh and a practice fi scalp a goon But now man born, them take man fi cartoon Life a go lost, not later, but soon! Head dem ago take off like a typhoon Coulda run 'way, you coulda hide, we'll burn you out of your room We start beat we drum, and we a sing war tune And right 'cross your ears mi bow and arrow a zoom You're doomed!
From the day I was born, I was practicing my fighting skills. But now that I'm grown, people think of me as a cartoon character. If you mess with us, your head will be knocked off. You can run or hide, but we'll find you and burn you out of your hiding place. We'll beat our drums and sing war songs, while my bow and arrow aim at your ears. You're in big trouble