Warning

It’s a warning

First shot da warning shot

Some boy get wrecked if him no warning got

First shot the warning shot

First class ragamuffin him no common idiot

So it go, starting with a spark

Now it’s Mr Teklo

Flash upon a lighter

Want to see the fire glow

Control the clash like it’s a puppy show

So all a know, so it gwaan

What we see the dance now

So ring the alarm

I could never miss

Now the first shots the one If everybody move

Then no one get harmed

So stay calm

Just put your left hand, right hand

High like a stick up

Never gonna flop and we never gonna slip up

Mix up the Ragga with a little bit of Hip Hop

Never gonna pause and we never gonna pit stop

Listen very carefully

Me nah gonna tell you twice

First Shot

Give you a warning, best you take my advice

The first cut’s the deepest

The fist bite’s the sweetest

The fist shot’s the warning shot

No foe now defeat this

First shot da warning shot

Some boy get wrecked if him no warning got First shot the warning shot

First class ragamuffin him no common idiot First shot da warning shot

Everyone turn up for the real gun shot

First shot da warning shot

Like a Ruff Ryder moto we all link up

Buck, buck

Come with the Ragga Ragga

Mon nah soldier mi full of stamina Mon a

Rasta mi full of culture

Buss ah boy lip way, way taking slacker

Nah sir not ah yah so over yonder

Boy wick like a pancake

Skull crack

Call mi fi ah sidekick

Sniper

We nah do Mr Yankee

Click clack

Buss one fi mi cyborgs

Blass

I nah balance well mamma nah

Breastfeed the pick in well ha

Redbull them a rundown outrages

Another day another liberty

Ragga make his own payday

Arts and crafts true levity

Rass nah work fi nah aristocrat

First shot da warning shot

Some boy get wrecked if him no warning got First shot the warning shot

First class ragamuffin him no common idiot First shot da warning shot

Everyone turn up for the real gun shot

First shot da warning shot

Like a ruff ryder moto we all link up

Man oh come on serious

Man no run on silly paths

Man no want no millions

Man no sell out not once

Never needing lot of funds

Herbalise and reading till me done ‘cough cough’

Till no feelings in my lungs Black belt meditation

Pure medication

Crew elevation

Seek information

People a rushing can’t really buss it

Those who a love it

Can’t really touch it

Those man above it

Those man a puppet

Those one a nudging

But me na trust no Duppy

If me ever find me peace and sense

Me nah go ever worry for police and them

Corruption in the streets and friends

Family deceased and spend

Money for the war but they no feed children

Ragga Army bleed through them

Many talker righteous but we see through them