paroles de chanson Gunsmoke - Live - Tribal Seeds

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