Lyrics: Wayne Bennett/Edward Conteh/George Fredrick Thomas/Cody White/Khem Chal White
Music: Wayne Bennett/Cody White/Edward Conteh/George Fredrick Thomas/Khem Chal White
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