Sound Weapon, Clean Unnu Gun Rat ta tat tat, dat a big M1 Reload the clip inna de big magnum Bring de bomb, Whole a dem run Scatta, Shatta, Flatta...done World War Tree, we de Old Veteran Flush dem outta de whol' shit-stem AP2P, BOOM Riddim!!
AP2P Roll the doobie Bun the QP What do U see Stop the fuckry Babylon no love me Them stand above we Them think we ugly Sucky Sucky Dem nah bruck we Interrupt we, harrass me, arrest me we had it up to here So don't test me Nah get no peace Fuck the police Wa da da dang Bullet, Bang Black President aint a damn thang changed Take out my frustration at the range Steady my aim Lick out them brains It aint a game Stay in ya lane No matter what we gon get the blame You how we do Against the grain Molotov cocktail Flames HEY
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Ya talk loud but yuh nah seh nothing' Soundbwoy but yuh nah play nothing me wanna hear Stand clear, me have the big rakilla Fiya bun Dracula, back it up- back it up (yeah) My weapon, uzi weigh a ton tell me where you get that from bad man ting Tired of the bloodclot romancing Pure War everyday but you go dancing (huh) Dis a reality tune, see mi a seh Its the rhythm of life, we play the tune everyday Make you wanna snap, make you pop the hammer make you lose control and get the tool and blam ya get the kraft-matic, get the black n decker Better check yaself, ya best respect yaself Its like Zapatista or Sandanista, we gon'... Give 'em hell until the Man release ya (AY!!)