War Is in the Air Songtext
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War Is in the Air Songtext
Frass di baddest
Cobra, Braeton,(portmore),
Where chef ah go inna mi war,
Inna apron,
Ah whappen to dem?
Mi bust it up offah Satan,
Mi rifle dem a sing sweeter than Akon.
()
War is in di air!
Tell dem fi prepare!
Gully God,
Buss up di bumboclat rifle mek dem hear!
Clap it ova dere!
Bust it ova dere!
Dem scare!
Mi nuh see nuh bwoy,
Pussyhole mi fear!
(One)
Mi realize ah dead man walking.
Face me, you get yuh head bust out!
(Time) You dead easy,
Dem find you widd yuh suck-tongue cut out.
Di gyal dem seh you love suck tings,
Push mi gun inna your mouth
And mek you suck out.
How much time you fi dead inna di war?
How much time yuh wah your head buss out?
Mi see you first mi gun ah bust uno know me,
Di fag a gwan like is ah on-going story.
When Gully God a kill
Di God a kill fi di glory.
We haffi dead,
But bumbahole dead before me!
And dem a hype widd a one gun
And ah hype widd a two gun,
Gully God a fiyah new gun.
Twenty man a fiyah one strap
Dat a crew gun,
Infa-red well screw dung.
Inna face dem see di nine,
Head flat out like a shoes tongue,
Kibaki nuh cater ah f′who son.
Knock head outtah socket,
Mi bust di big matic
Ah suh mi kill bwoy gruesome.
()
Yuh Hear!
Dem bettah prepare!
Gully God,
Buss up di bumboclat rifle mek dem hear!
Clap it ova dere!
Bust it ova dere!
Dem scare!
Mi nuh see nuh bwoy,
Pussyhole mi fear!
(Two)
Di forty shot fly through chest
And mash up bwoy liver.
Mi still bore di nozzle fi get biggah,
Mi nuh puzzle inna war fi yuh figure.
Mi fingah, never yet leff di triggah.
You ah gyal inna di war
Pussyhole see a wig yah.
Ah jerk you ah jerk see a bib yah.
Mi step from di gullside
Fi kill him inna him yard,
Him friend dem bawl out him nuh live yah.
In ah di miggle of di Winter,
Mi hotter than Summer.
Di Gully God couldah never be a runner.
Mi bust one inna yuh cat face,
Likkle rat face,
Gyal beat yuh because you ah tongue-ah.
()
War is in di air!
Dem bettah prepare!
Gully God,
Buss up di bumboclat rifle mek dem hear!
Clap it ova dere!
Bust it ova dere!
Dem scare!
Mi nuh see nuh bwoy,
Pussyhole mi fear!
()
Frass,
Tell Tower Hill,
Mi have di power still.
Yeh, dem fi know.
Every gully, every trench,
Every board house, every zinc fence,
Yeh Marvalley round ah Grench.
War is di air, Grants pen,
White Hall, outtah East,
Ratford, ah whappen to dem?
Cassava Piece, Gully Side,
And Brooke Lane,
Sea View, Riverton.
Cobra, Braeton,(portmore),
Where chef ah go inna mi war,
Inna apron,
Ah whappen to dem?
Mi bust it up offah Satan,
Mi rifle dem a sing sweeter than Akon.
()
War is in di air!
Tell dem fi prepare!
Gully God,
Buss up di bumboclat rifle mek dem hear!
Clap it ova dere!
Bust it ova dere!
Dem scare!
Mi nuh see nuh bwoy,
Pussyhole mi fear!
(One)
Mi realize ah dead man walking.
Face me, you get yuh head bust out!
(Time) You dead easy,
Dem find you widd yuh suck-tongue cut out.
Di gyal dem seh you love suck tings,
Push mi gun inna your mouth
And mek you suck out.
How much time you fi dead inna di war?
How much time yuh wah your head buss out?
Mi see you first mi gun ah bust uno know me,
Di fag a gwan like is ah on-going story.
When Gully God a kill
Di God a kill fi di glory.
We haffi dead,
But bumbahole dead before me!
And dem a hype widd a one gun
And ah hype widd a two gun,
Gully God a fiyah new gun.
Twenty man a fiyah one strap
Dat a crew gun,
Infa-red well screw dung.
Inna face dem see di nine,
Head flat out like a shoes tongue,
Kibaki nuh cater ah f′who son.
Knock head outtah socket,
Mi bust di big matic
Ah suh mi kill bwoy gruesome.
()
Yuh Hear!
Dem bettah prepare!
Gully God,
Buss up di bumboclat rifle mek dem hear!
Clap it ova dere!
Bust it ova dere!
Dem scare!
Mi nuh see nuh bwoy,
Pussyhole mi fear!
(Two)
Di forty shot fly through chest
And mash up bwoy liver.
Mi still bore di nozzle fi get biggah,
Mi nuh puzzle inna war fi yuh figure.
Mi fingah, never yet leff di triggah.
You ah gyal inna di war
Pussyhole see a wig yah.
Ah jerk you ah jerk see a bib yah.
Mi step from di gullside
Fi kill him inna him yard,
Him friend dem bawl out him nuh live yah.
In ah di miggle of di Winter,
Mi hotter than Summer.
Di Gully God couldah never be a runner.
Mi bust one inna yuh cat face,
Likkle rat face,
Gyal beat yuh because you ah tongue-ah.
()
War is in di air!
Dem bettah prepare!
Gully God,
Buss up di bumboclat rifle mek dem hear!
Clap it ova dere!
Bust it ova dere!
Dem scare!
Mi nuh see nuh bwoy,
Pussyhole mi fear!
()
Frass,
Tell Tower Hill,
Mi have di power still.
Yeh, dem fi know.
Every gully, every trench,
Every board house, every zinc fence,
Yeh Marvalley round ah Grench.
War is di air, Grants pen,
White Hall, outtah East,
Ratford, ah whappen to dem?
Cassava Piece, Gully Side,
And Brooke Lane,
Sea View, Riverton.
Writer(s): David Brooks, Jordan Gregory Mcclure, David Spencer Hayle, Andre Gordon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
