Protection (feat. Mortimer)
A word unto the wise is enough
You can look, but don't touch
My relations and such
'Cause out here in this jungle, we roar
Every king has his throne
And if you enter my zone
I'll vow to protect my own
Protect my own
I will protect my own
Protect my own
Bread basket from birth to the casket
I heard they been talking some words, I look past it
I was brought up and thought of the tactics
And learned that the Lion no turn when dog barkin'
Watch who you burn, who you're stuck with
And you haffi go earn if you want it
So, we nuh concern with who harking
When dem spit can't catch where we're walking
Enemies in disguise, wanna see my demise
Dem don't even realize Jah no wrong dem
'Cause ah see that in life you achieve something nice
But achieve something twice is a problem
Then, you can imagine what I face
Two up in hand and another on the way
Plus I have another in the brain
And every other one a put the other one to shame
A word unto the wise is enough
You can look, but don't touch
My reparation and such
'Cause out here in this jungle we roar
Every king has his throne
And if you enter my zone
I'll vow to protect my own
Protect my own
I will protect my own
Protect my own
Yeah, yeah, sharp like the thorn crown 'pon Christ head
But you know the flow hard, though, like slice bread
Lyrics melt the butter fi mek a nice spread
But a-nuh margarine, a-pull the margin in
Dem stretching, dem marching out
And if you marching out
And you inna a doubt, you march without me
I rather march alone than fi march back home
Tell me queen say me lost the throne
No, this was built on the power of the truth
Discovering the powers and empowering the youth
If you give dem a minute, dem devouring the fruits
And within an hour called it sour chappy roots
You know see it, nuh skill like Bibi 'pon me feet
But drop me 'pon di riddim, watch the clarity weh speak
Dem nuh parity between what we have and what we need
So, strength out the wise and protection for the meek, 'cause ah
A word unto the wise is enough
You can look, but don't touch
My reparation and such
'Cause out here in this jungle we roar
Every king has his throne
And if you enter my zone (zone)
I'll vow to protect my own
Protect my own
I will protect my own
Protect my own
That's a protection goes out to you and yours
As I give thanks fi the protection weh I receive
See now, you tuned in to the voice of Protoje
'Longside the sounds of Winta James
This come from a time and place, you know?
Yeah
Ancient Future
You can look, but don't touch
My relations and such
'Cause out here in this jungle, we roar
Every king has his throne
And if you enter my zone
I'll vow to protect my own
Protect my own
I will protect my own
Protect my own
Bread basket from birth to the casket
I heard they been talking some words, I look past it
I was brought up and thought of the tactics
And learned that the Lion no turn when dog barkin'
Watch who you burn, who you're stuck with
And you haffi go earn if you want it
So, we nuh concern with who harking
When dem spit can't catch where we're walking
Enemies in disguise, wanna see my demise
Dem don't even realize Jah no wrong dem
'Cause ah see that in life you achieve something nice
But achieve something twice is a problem
Then, you can imagine what I face
Two up in hand and another on the way
Plus I have another in the brain
And every other one a put the other one to shame
A word unto the wise is enough
You can look, but don't touch
My reparation and such
'Cause out here in this jungle we roar
Every king has his throne
And if you enter my zone
I'll vow to protect my own
Protect my own
I will protect my own
Protect my own
Yeah, yeah, sharp like the thorn crown 'pon Christ head
But you know the flow hard, though, like slice bread
Lyrics melt the butter fi mek a nice spread
But a-nuh margarine, a-pull the margin in
Dem stretching, dem marching out
And if you marching out
And you inna a doubt, you march without me
I rather march alone than fi march back home
Tell me queen say me lost the throne
No, this was built on the power of the truth
Discovering the powers and empowering the youth
If you give dem a minute, dem devouring the fruits
And within an hour called it sour chappy roots
You know see it, nuh skill like Bibi 'pon me feet
But drop me 'pon di riddim, watch the clarity weh speak
Dem nuh parity between what we have and what we need
So, strength out the wise and protection for the meek, 'cause ah
A word unto the wise is enough
You can look, but don't touch
My reparation and such
'Cause out here in this jungle we roar
Every king has his throne
And if you enter my zone (zone)
I'll vow to protect my own
Protect my own
I will protect my own
Protect my own
That's a protection goes out to you and yours
As I give thanks fi the protection weh I receive
See now, you tuned in to the voice of Protoje
'Longside the sounds of Winta James
This come from a time and place, you know?
Yeah
Ancient Future
Credits
Writer(s): Oje Ollivierre, Mortimer Mcpherson, Phillip James
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