From the sound barrel gunsmoke From the killa barrel
As ride into the frontline of the battle Incoming spears and arrows shot to drop you from your Black out the sun and all you is shields rattle Still charging forward and the stampede trample (Any)one and anywhere that dares to oppose the killa reign Music is thy sword and I shall see the wicked Cutting deep to their hearts, deep to their Legacy is blood and legacy will drain All I see is dragons fire shake up the sons of the one lion All I see is dragons spitting shake up the sounds of the sound killa
From the sound killa gunsmoke From the sound killa
Tell them ease off, lyrical rounds wah me off Beat it till it and then me go breeze off hear them a ball out cree now (why) Too much ammo deh me sleeve now Them up and down like say dem a see-saw Wonder why them a so? (me nuh know) My birthright mi see a scheme for like say dem a Jacob when dem a Esau Could why make feel so (you nuh know) them a grab and a reach though, look me a bob and a weave now Tun it up couple degrees Dem man ya deh pon a level weh a pebble a come from me ago shell you It bebble and sharp, we nuh take talk Who doing this like we, out of Jamaica, put fire pon beast Well it might just be the tribal seeds make them and flee when we point and squeeze
From the sound barrel Musical From the sound barrel
So I and I a bust down the gates of yard Word, sound coming dreadful onto the weak to rain and to restitute pon the land And a of the menacing cowards I a hail the ancient of days, Selassie I Piercing hearts of the wicked word, sound, and power Obsidian if I kill a walker to restore balance Cuz all I see is dragons spitting Can't shake up the sons of the one All I see is spitting fire Can't shake up the of the sound killa
From the killa barrel Musical the sound killa barrel