Chronic Law ● Spiritual Warfare

Yeah you might nuh believe inna it man but
A sup'm weh real fam yuh zimi
Real fight bredda
Spiritual warfare badman
Yow DJ Mac
Midnight
Yeah

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Yeah you might nuh believe inna it man but
A sup'm weh real fam yuh zimi
Real fight bredda
Spiritual warfare badman
Yow DJ Mac
Midnight
Yeah

Spiritual warfare
Mi have family weh nuh see mi from last year
Still a live wild ole criminal cyaa tame
Haffi buy gun my decision nah change
Grant's Pen weh dem know bout dawk days
Toothache doh hotter dan heartpain
Law wear scars like Polo fi all days
Di link gone, di necklace was a tall chain, yeah

Dem fear mi yuh fuck still
Gun and mi gut big
Mi prayers up kid
A bagga fuckery
Head split and a justice
Place warm anuh just spliff
Dem throw oil and a seh dem cyaa buck mi
Big broom unda arm like crotch stick
Deh yahso a pray wid eh 'K like Muslim
Never born rich but nuh frighten fi luxury
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Look wah happen, mi a fight war
Mummy inna spiritual battle and light gone
Light gone weh mi a do, mi deh yahso
Me a see inai dawk like patoo
Feel like me a run off remand like Laden
Mi seh free Worl' Boss, mi seh free Sparta too
Dem try put salt pon di killa like cashew
Yow a watch me, God a watch yuh
Shabdon, wi nah wait till dem fire fi return it
War a gwaan, wi gi dem early
Mummy deh a church service
Me inai road wi do worst tings

Spiritual warfare
Gimmicks dat nah wear
Mi deh forward a play brilliant ball game
Dis have a hammer weh yuh cyaa sell a hardware
Stop gwaan like unuh fall rain
Mi always just a vent pon di riddim fi di Lord hear
Di glory nuh too big fi di Law share
Mi gi strength till mi start drain, yeah

Look wah happen, mi a fight war
Mummy inna spiritual battle and light gone
Light gone weh mi a do, mi deh yahso
Me a see inai dawk like patoo
And mi feel like me a run off remand like Laden
Mi seh free Worl' Boss, mi seh free Sparta too
Yeah-yeah (you know eh ting guh enuh Fathead)

Spiritual warfare
Mi have family weh nuh see mi from last year
Still a live wild ole criminal cyaa tame
Haffi buy gun my decision nah change
Grant's Pen weh dem know bout dawk days
Toothache doh hotter dan heartpain
Law wear scars like Polo fi all days
Di link gone, di necklace was a tall chain, yeah

Dem fear mi yuh fuck still
Gun and mi gut big
Mi prayers up kid
A bagga fuckery
Head split and a justice
Place warm anuh just spliff
Dem throw oil and a seh dem cyaa buck mi
Big broom unda arm like crotch stick
Deh yahso a pray wid eh 'K like Muslim
Never born rich but nuh frighten fi luxury
Yeah, yeah, yeah

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