Spiritual Warfare (feat. DJ Mac)

Yeah you might nuh believe inna it man but A sup'm weh real fam yuh zimi Real fight bredda Spiritual warfare badman Yow DJ Mac Midnight Yeah Spiritual warfare Mi have family weh nuh see mi from last year Still a live wild ole criminal cyaa tame Haffi buy gun my decision nah change Grant's Pen weh dem know bout dawk days Toothache doh hotter dan heartpain Law wear scars like Polo fi all days Di link gone, di necklace was a tall chain, yeah Dem fear mi yuh fuck still Gun and mi gut big Mi prayers up kid A bagga fuckery Head split and a justice Place warm anuh just spliff Dem throw oil and a seh dem cyaa buck mi Big broom unda arm like crotch stick Deh yahso a pray wid eh 'K like Muslim Never born rich but nuh frighten fi luxury Yeah, yeah, yeah Look wah happen, mi a fight war Mummy inna spiritual battle and light gone Light gone weh mi a do, mi deh yahso Me a see inai dawk like patoo Feel like me a run off remand like Laden Mi seh free Worl' Boss, mi seh free Sparta too Dem try put salt pon di killa like cashew Yow a watch me, God a watch yuh Shabdon, wi nah wait till dem fire fi return it War a gwaan, wi gi dem early Mummy deh a church service Me inai road wi do worst tings Spiritual warfare Gimmicks dat nah wear Mi deh forward a play brilliant ball game Dis have a hammer weh yuh cyaa sell a hardware Stop gwaan like unuh fall rain Mi always just a vent pon di riddim fi di Lord hear Di glory nuh too big fi di Law share Mi gi strength till mi start drain, yeah Look wah happen, mi a fight war Mummy inna spiritual battle and light gone Light gone weh mi a do, mi deh yahso Me a see inai dawk like patoo And mi feel like me a run off remand like Laden Mi seh free Worl' Boss, mi seh free Sparta too Yeah-yeah (you know eh ting guh enuh Fathead) Spiritual warfare Mi have family weh nuh see mi from last year Still a live wild ole criminal cyaa tame Haffi buy gun my decision nah change Grant's Pen weh dem know bout dawk days Toothache doh hotter dan heartpain Law wear scars like Polo fi all days Di link gone, di necklace was a tall chain, yeah Dem fear mi yuh fuck still Gun and mi gut big Mi prayers up kid A bagga fuckery Head split and a justice Place warm anuh just spliff Dem throw oil and a seh dem cyaa buck mi Big broom unda arm like crotch stick Deh yahso a pray wid eh 'K like Muslim Never born rich but nuh frighten fi luxury Yeah, yeah, yeah