Tell me something, why you give me sham you want to pick on?
Me a pay a two million fees if you peck on
Listen up, me no really deaf, I want to nap on
I see them coming from afar
Perpetrating war
No matter who they are, we burn, burn, burn
And I hear they coming with their guns
Warming life in town
But them run, cause we burn, burn, burn
The enemies they powering in
The Mattawati