Hey yow Yallo,
Snowcone I hear some fools have mi voice a swallow,
They never lead they only follow,
They never heard about blue steel and the tips so hallow,
Yallo well!
The Mystery is the mystery and the man is just the man,
So don't you try to dis mi little fool because you wrong,
You want to be the stop light in front of mi van.
A deh so dem a go know seh Warlord a mad man.
The Mystery is the mystery and the man is just the man,
So don't you try to dis mi little fool because you wrong,
You want to dis the Warlord in front a him gang,
A deh so dem a go know di Warlord a mad man.
Teflon fi dem wannabees,
They all wanna live inna mi style like fleas,
Borrow mi pattern and a make some Gs,
Waa confront the Killa but the trigger will squeeze.
Crush them out like some figurines,
Hallow tips and blue steel make dem mother start wheeze,
Fassy hole don't you beg me please,
Cause Madden a you father and tonight yuh a go freeze.
Boy start war yah,
Body left pon tar yah,
Boy see top of top and come a offer man scar yah,
A say them have them glock and have them big SLR yah,
Copper shot a juck them inna rum bar yah
Them nuh scare we,
Them a dis and them a mock and waa come jeer we,
If mi get mad up in here it can be scary,
or get leery,
Teflon a pitch them down like Pichiery,
How them come dare we,
Never know we have the glocks and them dear eeh,
Time fi the practical done with the theory,
Them contrary,
No fools out a road them nuh scary
No pain, no gain, some boy waa take mi crown
Them can't maintain, them lipping and them flipping,
Them can't sustain,
Mi got them with mi Magnun, bun them up with the black rain,
The Killer insane,
Pon the street and the main, Them say them a run the place
Them a do it in vain,
A buy the people them from Clarendon to Spain,
And want fi get mi out, but the Fassy them haffi
