Protection (feat. Mortimer)

A word unto the wise is enough You can look, but don't touch My relations and such 'Cause out here in this jungle, we roar Every king has his throne And if you enter my zone I'll vow to protect my own Protect my own I will protect my own Protect my own Bread basket from birth to the casket I heard they been talking some words, I look past it I was brought up and thought of the tactics And learned that the Lion no turn when dog barkin' Watch who you burn, who you're stuck with And you haffi go earn if you want it So, we nuh concern with who harking When dem spit can't catch where we're walking Enemies in disguise, wanna see my demise Dem don't even realize Jah no wrong dem 'Cause ah see that in life you achieve something nice But achieve something twice is a problem Then, you can imagine what I face Two up in hand and another on the way Plus I have another in the brain And every other one a put the other one to shame A word unto the wise is enough You can look, but don't touch My reparation and such 'Cause out here in this jungle we roar Every king has his throne And if you enter my zone I'll vow to protect my own Protect my own I will protect my own Protect my own Yeah, yeah, sharp like the thorn crown 'pon Christ head But you know the flow hard, though, like slice bread Lyrics melt the butter fi mek a nice spread But a-nuh margarine, a-pull the margin in Dem stretching, dem marching out And if you marching out And you inna a doubt, you march without me I rather march alone than fi march back home Tell me queen say me lost the throne No, this was built on the power of the truth Discovering the powers and empowering the youth If you give dem a minute, dem devouring the fruits And within an hour called it sour chappy roots You know see it, nuh skill like Bibi 'pon me feet But drop me 'pon di riddim, watch the clarity weh speak Dem nuh parity between what we have and what we need So, strength out the wise and protection for the meek, 'cause ah A word unto the wise is enough You can look, but don't touch My reparation and such 'Cause out here in this jungle we roar Every king has his throne And if you enter my zone (zone) I'll vow to protect my own Protect my own I will protect my own Protect my own That's a protection goes out to you and yours As I give thanks fi the protection weh I receive See now, you tuned in to the voice of Protoje 'Longside the sounds of Winta James This come from a time and place, you know? Yeah Ancient Future