WAR

Mmm
Bumbaclart ah wan' duppy walk man gone pon nuh inna no dat
They didn’t know know say ah one bag of bloodclart hungry darg dem round the
corner deh shoot
Mmm
Yo, Langrish
Pull out the bloodclart ER15 hand dem
What more can a killa say?
Any bwoy diss me, dan dies today
Connect, connect, connect, connect, come, come
Bwoy can’t diss man ah London
any bwoy diss Killa P?
Chop off him head, send that shit to Hong Kong
Killa, mi run the city of London
Fi find bumbahole, badman no need Tom-Tom
Brixton me born and grow inna London
Bwoy ah go dead from mi have gun inna hand
Mi love my life so no bwoy can’t tek that
Money out on road so mi mek that
Bwoy disrespect me, you will regret that
Shot inna face run through the whole of your headback
Real can’t heal
Hope it understand, bwoy fi set back
Before mi mek your mumma stand up inna jet black
Real
The jungle Jesus
Killaman’s got new and improved inna war
Anyting in my way, that haffi move inna war
Killaman ah kill people and ah cruise inna
The jungle Jesus
Killaman’s got new and improved inna war
Anyting in my way, that haffi move inna war
Killaman ah kill people and ah cruise inna
The jungle Jesus
Killaman’s got new and improved inna war
Anyting in my way, that haffi move inna war
Killaman ah kill people and ah cruise inna
The jungle Jesus
Killaman’s got new and improved inna war
Anyting in my way, that haffi move inna war
Killaman ah kill people and ah cruise inna car
Bumbaclart ah wan' duppy walk man gone pon nuh inna no dat
Ah we ah talk 'bout, dargy?
They didn’t know know say ah one bag of bloodclart hungry darg dem round the
corner deh shoot
Mmm
Yeah, man
Inna these times, man haffi know themself inna shotta
Mad
a likkle more
None of dem cyan diss Killa pon tour
Kill 43 inna di music scene
Word, soundbwoy, you wan' mek 44
And you dun know me ah go kill 40 more
But me ah go start here with the four-door
Any bwoy sitting down in the four-door
Get four more shots from the big 44
We nuh tek call from dem no more
Wickedest ting when I’m on tour
If I say «skeng», then I say «leng»
Then I don’t really have to say no more
Or fuck that, what more can a killa say?
No joke ting, I’m going on a wave
Any bwoy diss me, dan dies today
I’ll make sure your head flies away, waste
Connect, connect, connect, connect, come, come
Bwoy can’t diss man ah London
any bwoy diss Killa P?
Chop off him head, send that shit to Hong Kong
Killa, mi run the city of London
Fi find bumbahole, badman no need Tom-Tom
Brixton me born and grow inna London
Bwoy ah go dead from mi have gun inna hand
Mi love my life so no bwoy can’t tek that
Money out on road so mi mek that
Bwoy disrespect me, you will regret that
Shot inna face run through the whole of your headback
Real can’t heal
Hope it understand, bwoy fi set back
Before mi mek your mumma stand up inna jet black
Real
Killaman’s got new and improved inna war
Anyting in my way, that haffi move inna war
Killaman ah kill people and ah cruise inna
The jungle Jesus
Killaman’s got new and improved inna war
Anyting in my way, that haffi move inna war
Killaman ah kill people and ah cruise inna
The jungle Jesus
Killaman’s got new and improved inna war
Anyting in my way, that haffi move inna war
Killaman ah kill people and ah cruise inna
The jungle Jesus
Killaman’s got new and improved inna war
Anyting in my way, that haffi move inna war
Killaman ah kill people and ah cruise inna car
We ah step pon the whole of them bumbaclart
2017, dem nuh know wah gwan?