Gunsmoke

Gunsmoke
 From the sound killa barrel
 Musical gunsmoke
 From the sound killa barrel
 As they ride into the front-line 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
 (Any)one 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 (why)
 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? (me nuh know)
 My birthright mi see them a scheme for
 Claim like say dem a Jacob when dem a Esau
 Could why make nobody feel so (you nuh know)
 Watch them a grab and a reach though, look me a bob and a weave now
 Tun it up couple degrees though
 Dem man ya deh pon a level weh even a
 Pebble a come from me hand ago shell you
 It bebble and sharp, we nuh take long talk
 Who doing 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 a bust down the gates of Babylon yard
 Word, sound coming dreadful onto the weak heart
 Fire to rain and to restitute pon the land
 And a riddance of the menacing cowards
 I a hail the ancient of 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
 Cuz 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