Street 66

The room was dark, dusk howling softly 6 o'clock
 Charcoal light, the fine sight was moving black
 The sound was music mellow steady flow
 And man son mind just mystic red, green, red, green, your scene
 No man would dance but leap and shake
 That sharp through feeling right
 Shape that sound, tumbling down
 Making movement, ruff enuff
 'Cos when the music met I-tops
 I felt this thing, knew the shock, yeah, had to do and ride the rock
 Outta this rock shall come a greener rhythm
 Even more dread than what the breeze of glory bred
 Vibrating violence is our only move
 Rocking with green rhythm
 The drought and dry root out
 The mighty poet I roy was on the wire
 Weston did a skank and each man laugh and feeling irie
 Dread I street 66, the sad man said, any policeman come here
 Will get some righteous, raasclot licks, yeah mon, whole heapa licks
 Hours beat, the scene moving right, when all on a sudden
 Bam, bam, bam, a knocking upon the door
 "Who is that?", asked Weston, feeling right
 "Open up, it's the police, come on, open up"
 "What address do you want?"
 "Number 66, come on, open up"
 Weston, feeling high, replied
 "Yes, this is street 66, step right in and take some licks"