Текст песни Warriors Tongue - Masia One

With they likkle guns come
Man a wanna bust guns
On the run, how I come with that warrior song
Got my back to the sun
When I rise I'm the One
Chosen for the day, proud
I'm that warriors song

With they likkle guns come
Man a wanna bust guns
On the run, how I come with that warrior song
Got my back to the sun
When I rise I'm the One
Chosen for the day, proud
I'm that warriors song
Just that warrior's tongue (Watch this...)

Peace time
War this evening.
Ying Yang, changing creeping
No time for sleeping.
My heart is heavy and deep
And on the hustle like grind, throw your sign when the chime goes beep
All my people they find, they got that streets sense
Now they always on time, don't need no pretense
My steez fresher than pine scented shine
Double back, who got that polish on the piece called dime. Ooo.
Need me?
Bass on the rhythm, hearts beating
A spark at night, the summer's leaving
Breathing in this scent on the breeze
An architect with the keys
Sky lark with that natty dread steez, yo.
Take a peep,
Heard a whisper, on approach
Big things they still a gwan'
Secrets keep when riding coach
Motorola always beepin' off the chain, maintain
They like to call me daddy like my name was Kane
I fight, call me catty, raised against the grain
On the down low, daddy I'm just playing the game (yaow)

With they likkle guns come
Man a wanna bust guns
On the run, how I come with that warrior song
Got my back to the sun
When I rise I'm the One
Chosen for the day, proud
I'm that warriors song

With they likkle guns come
Man a wanna bust guns
On the run, how I come with that warrior song
Got my back to the sun
When I rise I'm the One
Chosen for the day, proud
I'm that warriors song
Just that warrior's tongue (Watch this...)

Another sound boy looses life tonight
I must continue the show
Sound system, bigger than the trans national
5 foot killa, thrill Manillia like Pacquio
Fingers in the air for peace like chicka-blaow
Never seen a chinee gyal so big and loud, Whoa!
The drums through your skin and bone marrow
Pull back the bow arrow, I keep steady on the sparrow.
Watch me!
Ripping through the scene on Kwasakis, make that giddy green
Magical beans find giants for me.
Can't ignore me, warrior tongue sound system
Growing nagging mission, react no indecision, just roll
Forget your panty shows, run with the big boys now
Watch my crooked flow
Mesa Arizona to the tip of Japan
Watch the Yankee man sing "Oh Yes We Can!"
Lion City daughter, Indonezie type of slang
When I bring it backayard, it's just that rude gyal thing, zeen?