Law of Destruction

[Sample: Chronic Law]
Mi...mi...mi bury that, nobody nah hear bout him like Deva Bratt, No

[Intro: Deva Bratt]
Hollow, Job Lane, Big Tree, Outlaws
Tell dem fi happy dem a live free (Actually!)
Haunted, wanted (Hey, Dinero!)

[Pre-Chorus 1: Deva Bratt]
Mi a walk wid a rifle in mi hand
Mi no fire bow and arrow like Indian
Empty a bag a clip then fling di bomb
Hey, somebody bawl out "Him a Christian!"

[Chorus: Deva Bratt]
Di only Law me know a Loyalty
So mi rise couple rifle weh taller mi
Pussy, yuh wah war so yuh call on mi
Weh you seh? Black rain ago fall on mi
Now a war so a Anything a Anything
Mi alone a rise up everything
Mi nuh deh pon di grung
Wah happen to Nuclear, Fire Rage and Dosa Medicine

[Verse 1: Deva Bratt]
A talk bout 6ixx 6ixx 6ixx, now a 6 foot 6
Some Benelli pebbles a bury this quick
Mi roll wid di Kel-Tec inna mi stick shift
Mi gi weh mi Glock cause it easy fi stick
Nuh you a say 6ixx and a par wid a 9ine
So some freakiness must a gwan in yuh mind
Yuh seh when yuh kill people, nobody cya find
Squaddie ketch him wid a gun and him a bawl "A nuh mine!"
So mi circle The Hilltop, The Hillside
Observe, mi realize him inside
A nuh clothes a press when my iron rise
Ketch a bun a spliff and a drink Lion Pride
Put shot inna chest, inna belly and head side
Grains fly inna di kitchen, lodge inna di chef side
Go buss him gyal throat, Columbian Necktie
A bare bat a fly, copper fly inna eye

[Pre-Chorus 2: Deva Bratt]
Rifle in mi hand
Mi nuh fire bow and arrow like Indian
Empty a bag a clip then fling di bomb
Hey, somebody bawl out "Him a Christian!"
Mi a one bwoy, nah fi link di Don
So mi can do anything mi Plan
In Amerimacka, Canada, England
Regular mi gun shopping inna Switzerland

[Verse 2: Deva Bratt]
He-Hey, Wah do Law Boss wid him Government Badness
What a rass wid di Vlogger dem blog dis
Aye, nuh you say "Cuh gun" when you see gun put dung
You is a Big Informing Frogfish
Facebook it, screenshot it, hashtag this
Chatty mouth siddung pon mi name and a Labrish
Everyday yuh come a talk bout di stick dem
One bag a Mongrel Dog wid e ticks dem
And claim seh yuh "Dark like pimento"
Block and land mek dem cement yuh
Mi done wid PlayStation, been fling dung Nintendo
Di guns weh mi carry, di clip dem extendo
Dem badness nuh real, dem a pretendo

[Pre-Chorus 1: Deva Bratt]
Mi a walk wid a rifle in mi hand
Mi no fire bow and arrow like Indian
Empty a bag a clip then fling di bomb
Hey, somebody bawl out "Him a Christian!"

[Chorus: Deva Bratt]
Di-Di-Di only Law me know a Loyalty
So mi rise couple rifle weh taller mi
Pussy, yuh wah war so yuh call on mi
Weh you seh? Black rain ago fall on mi
Now a war so a Anything a Anything
Mi alone a rise up everything
Mi nuh deh pon di grung
Wah happen to Nuclear, Fire Rage and Dosa Medicine

[Verse 1: Deva Bratt]
A talk bout 6ixx 6ixx 6ixx, now a 6 foot 6
Some Benelli pebbles a bury this quick
Mi roll wid di Kel-Tec inna mi stick shift
Mi gi weh mi Glock cause it easy fi stick
Nuh you a say 6ixx and a par wid a 9ine
So some freakiness must a gwan in yuh mind
Yuh seh when yuh kill people, nobody cya find
Squaddie ketch him wid a gun and him a bawl "A nuh mine!"
So mi circle The Hilltop, The Hillside
Observe, mi realize him inside
A nuh clothes a press when my iron rise
Ketch a bun a spliff and a drink Lion Pride
Put shot inna chest, inna belly and head side
Grains fly inna di kitchen, lodge inna di chef side
Go buss him gyal throat, Columbian Necktie
A bare bat a fly, copper fly inna eye

Rifle in mi hand!