Warlord (Soul Mass Transit System Remix)

This one hotter than lava

Bin Laden bad like Osama

Riko Dan London City Warlord

Trample ah bwoy when mi deh pon the warpath

Dead! Hotter than lava

Dead! Bad like Osama

Dead! Mi ah de Warlord

Dead! Deh pon the warpath

Bwoy dead inna war zone

Him na get nuh chance fi walk home

Him na get nuh chance fi run weh

Aye Flowdan pass me mi gun deh

Side of church mi ah wait pon Sunday

Pray to god but your days ah guh done there

Mek forensic team have to come there

And tape off the whole place down there

Ah couldn’t me them waan diss

Ah mi you waan war wid?

Me mek rifle chop out your forehead

Let bwoy pon the ground like darg shit

Me wicked and cruel turn haunted

Me nuh tek chat mi nuh tek talking

When my fire blaze it scorching

Bwoy get shot none of them ah fly past him

(2nd verse)

Everything mad up

Bwoy get shot up

We nuh tek bad up

Nuff ah dem ah salop

Mek bwoy run like a horse and gallop

Nuff ah dem ah drop inna war mi stand up

Lick down everything mi cause havoc

Mi cause murder gunshot bite out your face like burger

War them ah bawl for mi ah tek it further

Mi ah get stronger gun dem longer

Pet mi nuh pamper

Rifle dem come straight from Rwanda

Mi find out seh ah me dem ah plan for

It’s alright coz me have the answer

Bombowhole think me care bout camera

Me mek gunshot beat like bangra

Murder kill bwoy that ah my mantra

Nuh bwoy cant tek me fi nuh puppy

My meds dem bwoy cant touch it

Me rise up mi gun and bust it

Lef bwoy dead inna bag like rubbish

Gun inna hand can’t hold inna luggage

Me rough and mi bloodclaat rugged

Anytime I step in the dance I ain’t clubbing

I’m dubbing moving cruddy

Reach out with arms and I don’t mean hugging

You ain’t thugging you man are bugging

Bare chat and you ain’t on nothing

You’re just fronting you’re just stunting

Until your head get bust like pumpkin

Right now tell you this I ain’t ramping

Anytime me war it’s a gun ting