Lyrical Weapon lyrics

[Intro: IRAH]
Just let them know it's ah IRAH machine gun firer
Terror Danjah
Ballalalla
Harddrive
Mek me tell you this

[Verse 1: IRAH]
Speak noun and adverb, adjective and verb
If ah name ah absurd, me style is absurd
Intelligence, fi find the right word
[?] walks, fly them like birds
Brand new style inna grime never heard
Baddadan, saddaman, a million [?]
Any boy diss, and them skin get burned
Gunshot mek a boy twist and turn
Mek D-I-E into D-R-Y
[?] your auntie, wet up your [?] (Ballala)
Gunshot dem get a lit onto [wifey?]
Badman no business into no [?]
Bomboclaat, bout a boy wan' fight me
Them nah wan' war, thеm runners on sight me
Grah grah, copper shots and thе MAK-90
Kidnap boy, see the n*ggas at nighty (Nah)

[Chorus: IRAH]
My yute weh you deh pon (Ballalalla)
I am the lyrical weapon (Buckeye)
My yute weh you deh pon (Jook-jook-jook)
Time for a lyrical lesson
My yute weh you deh pon (Dead)
I am the lyrical weapon (Dem know this)
My yute weh you deh pon (Trust mi)
Time for a lyrical lesson
[Verse 2: IRAH]
Man's [?] (Dead)
Tell an MC nah step inna this type ah way (Nah)
Buss the black MAC inna type ah way (Ballalalla)
And then turn on machine like microwave (Buckeye)
Bomboclaat MC, dem ah go dead today (Dead)
Me ah go circle dem ends like the Jone and J
Jo-jooked em up bad inna the worse ah way
Police haffi look inna the bush today
Bomboclaat, if a war then start it
Gut or them liver, sell it at the black market (Nah)
Load up the hand ting, me hand and start blastin'
Brixton, Gaza, one order, nah cross it (Dead)
YTP, man ah fire [?] it (Buss it)
Bomborasclaat, MAC go me rass it
Fibreglass handgun, Killa P pass it (Ballala)
Them nah wan' war with the 12 gauge or this

[Chorus: IRAH]
My yute weh you deh pon
I am the lyrical weapon
My yute weh you deh pon
Time for a lyrical lesson
My yute weh you deh pon
I am the lyrical weapon
My yute weh you deh pon
Time for a lyrical lesson
[Verse 3: IRAH]
[?] courthouse, [?]
Diss badman, ah get [?]
Chat to [?], find body inna freezer
[?] tell me fi murder the geezer
Brixton, Tottenham, each in one order
Clap clap clap it, them too outta order
IRAH me name, real don dada
Gunshot if them try diss the order
Mek me tell you this, mi a badman
And me come straight outta South London
Brixton, Gaza, one order, we shot man
Southside [?], ballalalla [bad blood?]
Gun out to shot, and [go fi dun?] stab one
Cemetery times, and Riko Dan grab one
[Tanka?], hand me the double bell shotgun
Army tun up and the whole place pop down

[Chorus: IRAH]
My yute weh you deh pon
I am the lyrical weapon
My yute weh you deh pon
Time for a lyrical lesson
My yute weh you deh pon
I am the lyrical weapon
My yute weh you deh pon
Time for a lyrical lesson
My yute weh you deh pon
I am the lyrical weapon
My yute weh you deh pon
Time for a lyrical lesson
My yute weh you deh pon
I am the lyrical weapon
My yute weh you deh pon
Time for a lyrical lesson
[Outro: IRAH]
My yute weh you deh pon