I made a beat for the yardies,
Not the ones who break the dutty wine out,
But the kind who bust the nines out and hide out wherever the lights out.
Half the people I meet make me wanna claw their eyes out,
But who'd these kids look up to if I was serving 20 to life now?

Stushy girls wishing they could warrior cry out,
I told em to get high before their cheerleader tryout.
Don't listen to Tasha, bitch's motherfucking mind's out!
Yeah, let's see who can survive if we drink an entire winehouse.

And while you were busy rapping about love letters and ballerinas,
I was searching through your couch cushions trying to find your penis. 
I think ahead like prenups, quicker than a pack of cheetahs in Adidas,
With a battle cry crazier than Princess Xenas.

I am the king and the khalisi, maharaja and the sultan, 
so if you're with my team we live and prosper like the vulcans. 
In my brain the adrenal gland is telling me we should rebel, 
So up on my command I need ya'll to give em hell.

CHORUS
That's the cry of the warrior, bombs blazing over ya,
That's the cry of the warrior, come coming for ya,
Me and my people gon' take ya life away,
Come, come, pray, pray, for another day,
That's the cry of the warrior, rising right before ya. 

So, ready aim, fire, strike back at the empire,
You call me a bad bitch? You're preaching to the choir.
Misfit, like skinny jeans in the crotch of a fat girl,
I'm twisted, like Mr Winnfield and his jheri curl.

It's a scary world and it's a small one after all, 
By night we're planning up anarchy while days we're working at the mall.
Dare the world out there to do us like Roberta Flack, want us to go,
Softly in the night, but nah, we're ready to murdah back.

Yeezy got that spaceship ride to save him from the gap, 
We're so finished with being patient now we're invading like Iraq.
Got no crumbs up in the breadbox, but the bakers in the shop,
Ruder than natty dreadlock now we occupying your block. 

Ain't bringing struggle rap back, I'm calling all civils,
Put away your trivial gun clap and triumph in these hills. 
This ain't no gangsta bullshit, it's the revolution sound,
Cuz it starts with the dream and it ends with the crown. 

CHORUS
That's the cry of the warrior, bombs blazing over ya,
That's the cry of the warrior, come coming for ya,
Me and my people gon' take ya life away,
Come, come, pray, pray, for another day,
That's the cry of the warrior, rising right before ya.