FAFO

🎙️ [Intro]
Wagwan, fam...
Dem forget who run this ting, yeh?
Me rise from da grime, now me mash up da stars.
Big Daddy step in – WARLORD MODE. Run it.

🔥 [Verse 1]
Born in di black smoke, Loreville yard,
No food, no fam, just cold an’ hard.
Likkle youth with a mind fi kill,
Now me buss LMG like a fire drill.

FS-9 buss, mek yuh soul levitate,
Dem boy test me, now dem circulate.
Me nah smile, me grip dat steel,
Say prayer if yuh come cross Big Daddy real.

From da gutter, rise with a demon eye,
Now me drop ops from da sky like fly.
Me nuh beg no ting, me tek what’s mine,
Whole system bend when me step in time.

💣 [Chorus]
WARLORD MODE – me step like a ghost in flame,
Big Daddy name, dem shake when me claim da game.
Galactic kingpin, me build from da pain,
Now every bloodclaat corner echo me name.

WARLORD MODE – when me press, dem fold,
FS buss loud, dem stories told.
From Hurston fire to New Babbage gold,
Big Daddy live long, rule bold, move cold.

🔥 [Verse 2 ]
Hurston tek me in like a rabid dog,
Send me fi clean up dey backroom clog.
Boardroom killings, I sign wid lead,
Talk rude once, now di CEO dead.

Me climb too fast, dem couldn’t cope,
Dem wanted a blade, but me bringin' rope.
Too powerful, so dem cut ties loose,
But dem contracts still come, me pick n’ choose.

No more leash, me a beast unleashed,
Put your top brass head pon di priest.
Dem know now: Me nuh bend, me nuh plead,
Big Daddy rule from da code to da breed.

🔥 [Verse 3 ]
Limo landin', champagne frost,
But me still got di trigger, still count loss.
Under di suit is a war machine,
Eyes scan threats like a turret beam.

Gyal pon me arm, but mind on the trap,
Every toast is a name I put on map.
Ops see me comin’, dem vanish quick,
Me don't pull punch, me pull stick-click.

Alliance strong wit’ Vulture King,
Two dons link when di bell go ring.
Me nuh serve no throne, me built me own,
In dis verse? Big Daddy deh pon di stone.

🔥 [Verse 4]
Dis ain't rap, dis declaration,
Big Daddy empire, no imitation.
Talk mad? Get dropped in orbit,
Verse so hot, make comsat short-circuit.

Me nah flex, me conquer land,
From factory fumes to a palace stand.
Galaxies bow when me chant da verse,
From grime to god — Big Daddy’s curse.

Hollowpoint wisdom, ragga war chant,
Rhyme so raw, even demons pant.
This track one, me plant di flag,
Rest of di album? Pure body bag.

💥 [Final Hook – WARLORD MODE REPEAT]
WARLORD MODE – me step like a ghost in flame,
Big Daddy name, dem shake when me claim da game.
Galactic kingpin, me build from da pain,
Now every bloodclaat corner echo me name.

WARLORD MODE – when me press, dem fold,
FS buss loud, dem stories told.
From Hurston fire to New Babbage gold,
Big Daddy live long, rule bold, move cold.

FAFO

FPC Kevin

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