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Yo
London city warlord again
Yeah
Big up man like Rabbit
Glassey, Usah, man dem, you see me?
Skeng daddy inna di place
Original black dragon
No bwoy can diss this
Bury dem inna dem owna bloodclaat pool of blood
Suck your mudda
Mi have it
Yo
No pussy can test this corner
Mi ah di realest, realest on ya
Treat mi gun like gyal
Cuh rest him hold of di ting, dem beat it harder
More time when I start letting off
All my bredrin dem ah say "leave it, farda"
I gun a man down, bears in the street, no cares
And the last thing you see is balaclava
Roll deep and I reach for the llama
See the skeng when I beat, taller
I rep for the street, I'm a dargga
Mi ah di warlord, no man a draw card
This time mi ah eat and mi nah starve
Mi nah laugh, I want us man ah ride inna
I tell you this straight, this war nah stall or call off
Yo, I'm the farda and mi run di border
Anything try test mi will slaughter
And when I say I'm gonna wet up your coffin
Jah know mi say I don't mean with water
You ah go dead like a big pussyhole
When mi dead, mi ah die as a martyr
Test me like di war from NASA
You coulda roll with Jesus or pastor
'Til I get gun shot inna your clapsa
What you a talk for? Mi ah di master
Shut your mouth, rudeboy, don't answer
And I don't wanna hear your shit
I'm gonna ignore you like a private caller
Man lick off your head, go far
On a long-range ting just like Ray Parker
Yo, so hold on nuh yute, hold on nuh man
Rise up mi hand pon dem do mi wrong
Bwoy coulda treat us like Rubidon
Mi draw fi mi gun, mi mek dem from Sudan
Flippin' like Taliban and ah some ah dem lord don dem one
Rise up di big stinkin' long iron milligram
Mi nuh see one microphone stand
Anybody wan' beef, come fi test badman
Don Gorgon, original don
Real badman, mi ah di mic champion
Warlord originate from London
Anywhere mi go, di dancehall haffi ram
If a bwoy wan' disrespect di program
Mi go shoot off your face in front of station
Prepare yourself fi elimination
Yo, di war ah get metric
Mi ah go light up your dance like electric
Inna war dem can't come test this
You will just end up like the rest did
Head gone, chest full up with metal bits
Inna soundclash ting, mi nuh specialist
I'm like special ops
And when I draw fi mi ting, yes I'm letting off
You see the dog barking, yes I'm wetting off
Yo, pick up di gun powder
Mi nuh pet no bloodclaat pouda
Dem know mi ah di five star general
But one time I was a shoulder
Mi shot inna field, mi nuh bark with ulcer
I left boy burnt on the wall like a poster
And I will lick off your head off your shoulder
I done told ya
Skeng inna your bloodclaat forehead, press the trigger
Boom out the whole of your headback
Pussyclaat, your mumma couldn't even recognise you
Face tear off
Yeah
Big up Rabbit
All the Glassey, Usah man dem
Black dragon, Rikka Dan
Buss bwoy head with the gun
Yeah
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