Gunsmoke (feat. Protoje)

Lord, rally round, rally round we go Tell 'em so, tell 'em so Gunsmoke From the sound killa barrel Musical gunsmoke From the sound killa barrel As they ride into the frontline of the battle Incoming spears and arrows shot to drop you from your saddle Blackout the sun and all you hear is shields rattle Still charging forward and feel the stampede Anyone 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 (fyah) 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 bends 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 A 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 Turn 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 on the scene, fire pon the 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 Fyah 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 Well all I see is dragons spitting fire Can't shake up the sons of the one lion Well 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 Fyah Gunsmoke From the sound killa barrel Musical gunsmoke From the sound killa barrel