War Talk

[Intro: Armour]

Yo

Yeah, yeah

So it go so then

So it go so

Yeah

It's a N.A.S.T.Y ting right here now

'Ere suh

The biggest BT 'ere suh

'Ere suh

Listen dis

[Chorus: Armour]

All me hear is war talk

But when me buck dem up, dem nuh wan' talk

So me ah try think hard why dem wan' talk

They must be fascinated with the war talk, bumba

All me hear is war talk

But when me buck dem up, dem nuh wan' talk

So me ah try think hard why dem wan' talk

They must be fascinated with the war talk, bumba

[Verse 1: Hitman Hyper]

Hyper, kill a man, draw mash, spill a man

Don't ever drill a man but I lead fill a man

Bang, bang, clap, clap, clap

That's what you get if you run your trap

I'm gonna keep on squeezing

Until you see the back of your head wheezing

I'll make sure that you stop breathing

As a hitman, I need one reason for hunting season

I sometimes roll with a strap on the waist

Pull it out quick, cock back and flip your face

Don't play golf, but I'm holding a light iron

And the bite on it's like a lion

Flip this, I don't wanna play no more

Mind your mouth 'cause I might spray your whore

I'm an evil killer, big boy spiller

Mash up any scene like my name's Godzilla

[Chorus: Armour]

All me hear is war talk

But when me buck dem up, dem nuh wan' talk

So me ah try think hard why dem wan' talk

They must be fascinated with the war talk, bumba

All me hear is war talk

But when me buck dem up, dem nuh wan' talk

So me ah try think hard why dem wan' talk

They must be fascinated with the war talk, bumba

[Verse 2: Kano & Ghetts]

BT, yo, all I hear is war talk, they don't really want it

They don't want beef, man, they ain't really on it

Every time we see them, Kane and co long it

I've got tings in boots and they get buried in the bonnet

It's not a long ting, clap everyday

I'll buss back if you're clapping at K

Or we could swing it out like back in the day

And you're a pussy so it's like Jack at the game

What the fuck's a bag full of chains?

I'm nineteen now, you're getting dragged out the range

I'm changed, nowadays road is lanes

And I need dough to floss 'cause gold is lame

And still I don't ask, still I just blast

Still I roll fast, bare face, no mask

Still I've got grams, still I've got ounces

I still flip, don't flip and hit bouncers

Still run up in shops and fly counters

Carry the bat like I love to play rounders

Still drive past in the street on the prowlers

And I still get girls wet like showers

Tried to get in but was late by hours

'Cause I was blotting quarters and not no pounders

Feds ain't found us, we've been crowned as

The kings of this shit, you're not David Bowie

[Chorus: Armour]

All me hear is war talk

But when me buck dem up, dem nuh wan' talk

So me ah try think hard why dem wan' talk

They must be fascinated with the war talk, bumba

All me hear is war talk

But when me buck dem up, dem nuh wan' talk

So me ah try think hard why dem wan' talk

They must be fascinated with the war talk, bumba

[Verse 3: Armour]

Who get shit popping? Big Timer

Unnu eediat wan' fi fight Big Timer

Who get the badman dem hype? Big Timer

Big Timer, everyting Big Timer

Who get shit popping? The BT

Unnu eediat wan' fi fight the BT

Who get the badman dem hype? The BT

Big BT, everyting big BT

Where dem ah bawl? Here dem ah bawl

Who dem ah bawl for? Big Timer, Hot Water

Grew up around Big Timer, Hot Water

Yes, gangster, Big Timer, Hot Water

Something like gangster

Man are Big Timer, Hot Water

Hold up unnu hand if you ever bun fire

Mek way, Hot bumbaclart Water

[Chorus: Armour]

All me hear is war talk

But when me buck dem up, dem nuh wan' talk

So me ah try think hard why dem wan' talk

They must be fascinated with the war talk, bumba

All me hear is war talk

But when me buck dem up, dem nuh wan' talk

So me ah try think hard why dem wan' talk

They must be fascinated with the war talk, bumba