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