Aidonia – Art of War Lyrics
Artist: Aidonia
Song: Art of War
〈Intro〉
Equiknoxx
Yo Vineyard town, mountain view
East side
Lord evil study all evilness
Nuh talk wid mi lip, mi claat it, it start click-click-click
Di forty-ty clip full up a hallow points to di tip (dem a bawl out)
When dem bone joint it a chip, di ninety a kick
Donia nuh fight wid no fist
Some bwoy wid dem tongue bore, dem face mi gun bore
A headshot alone
〈Hook〉
Gunshot inna face, dem bomboclaat head a spin
Cyaa call me jerky, no bwoy head mi neva trim (gunshot)
Dem skin di beretta sting
All dem a talk, dem fraid a mi, di whole a dem fraid a mi
Shot inna face, dem head a spin
Cyaa call mi jerky, no bwoy head mi neva trim (gunshot)
Dem skin di beretta sting
All dem a talk, dem fraid a mi
〈Verse 1〉
Cause a one bwoy badda dan Donia and a mi alone
Step pon crime, me alone, .44 di bigga chrome
Skull cap crack anytime dat slap inna bone
p#ss# dead a road and dead leff dem kid at home
I burst 15, nobody try burst 16
So bright light hearse fit fi him
Mi nuh trace like when Patsy curse Christine
Mi fling steel inna bwoy car thru windscreen
Skin peel, di Glock clap, head top top, dat pop thru di sunroof
Blood a run, 〈.?.〉 like kung fu
Young yute, mi gun shoot, face buss like a plum fruit
Shot gone inna yuh head, lodge inna yuh skull root
Automatic, mi claat and clap it, walk a clap it
Half a shotty, binelli whole head a start a traffic
Some p#ss# just a talk and chat it
We buss it mek shot gone inna yuh head
〈Hook〉
Gunshot inna face, dem bomboclaat head a spin
Cyaa call me jerky, no bwoy head mi neva trim (gunshot)
Dem skin di beretta sting
All dem a talk, dem fraid a mi, di whole a dem fraid a mi
Shot inna face, dem head a spin
Cyaa call mi jerky, no bwoy head mi neva trim (gunshot)
Dem skin di beretta sting
All dem a talk, dem fraid a mi
〈Verse 2〉
Shoob gun inna dem face, dem sh#t up, dem piss rain
Inna bwoy head mi clap dat, him flesh di hallow tip 〈.?.〉
Di way badda step mek soldier haffi pitch tent
Bare rifle shot plug di 15 clip length
Mi a bwoy weh bleach wid mi rifle inna night cold
Di devil nuh have my soul, but mi heart ice cold
I proll and buss dem up wid some .45 gold
Shot run thru face and slap out dem eye hole (lord evil)
Seh yuh bad, weh you a run fah?
Stop run then, di Glock bun dem, shot bun dem
Drop dung dead, flat dem spread, pon dem face have some lead
Nah stop buss it till dem head top tun red
Head top done red, rifle shot corn up brain
Skin up, shoot dem broad daylight, warm up lane
Di tall-up aim, dem feel it, bawl nuh shame
Shot gone inna yuh head
〈Hook〉
Gunshot inna face, dem bomboclaat head a spin
Cyaa call me jerky, no bwoy head mi neva trim (gunshot)
Dem skin di beretta sting
All dem a talk, dem fraid a mi, di whole a dem fraid a mi
Shot inna face, dem head a spin
Cyaa call mi jerky, no bwoy head mi neva trim (gunshot)
Dem skin di beretta sting (yuh seet)
All dem a talk, dem fraid a mi
〈Outro〉
Equiknoxx
Top spark
J.O.P we seh enuh
Jamaica a our place, di world a our place
Size 10 seh none smile
Yo jerry, yo black bud
Yo ‘ablo
Mi see yuh, yea yuh deh yah, mad
Yo Vineyard town, mountain view
East side
Launch up
Rapid, rapid!
Out deh
Bang
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Release Year: 2021