Gunsmoke

Gunsmoke

From the sound killa barrel

Musical gunsmoke

From the sound killa barrel

As they ride into the frontline of the battle

Incoming spears and arrows shot to drop you from your saddle

Black out the sun and all you hear is shields rattle

Still charging forward and feel the stampede trample

Anyone and anywhere that dares to oppose the sound, killa reign

Music is thy sword and I shall see the wicked slain

Cutting deep to their hearts, deep to their veins

Legacy is blood and their legacy will drain

All I see is dragons spitting fire

Can't shake up the sons of the one lion

All I see is dragons spitting fire

Can't shake up the sounds of the sound killa

Gunsmoke

From the sound killa barrel

Musical gunsmoke

From the sound killa barrel

Gunsmoke

From the sound killa barrel

Musical gunsmoke

From the sound killa barrel

Tell them ease off, lyrical rounds wah me squeeze off

Beat it till it bend and then me go breeze off

Keep hear them a ball out cree now

Too much ammo deh under me sleeve now

Them youth up and down like say dem a see-saw

Wonder why them a pree so?

My birthright, mi see them a scheme for

Claim they say dem a Jacob when dem a Esau

Could why make nobody feel so

Watch them a grab and a reach though

Look at me bob and a weave now

Turn it up couple degrees though

Ay, dem man ya deh pon a level weh even a pebble

Come from me hand ago shell you

It pebble and sharp, we nuh take long talk

Who doin' this quite like we?

Out of Jamaica, put fire pon beast

Well it might just be with the tribal seeds

Make them hide and flee when we point and squeeze

Gunsmoke

From the sound killa barrel

Musical gunsmoke

From the sound killa barrel

Gunsmoke

From the sound killa barrel

Musical gunsmoke

From the sound killa barrel

So I and I but down the gates of Babylon yard

Word, sound coming dreadful into the weak heart

Fire to rain and to restitute pon the land

And a riddance of the menacing cowards

I hail the days, Selassie I, emperor

Piercing hearts of the wicked with word, sound, and power

Obsidian, if I kill a white walker

Armageddon to restore balance

'Cause all I see is dragons spitting fire

Can't shake up the sons of the one lion

All I see is dragons spitting fire

Can't shake up the sounds of the sound killa

Gunsmoke

From the sound killa barrel

Musical gunsmoke

From the sound killa barrel

Gunsmoke

From the sound killa barrel

Musical gunsmoke

From the sound killa barrel