Verse 1:
Mad gyal producer
Sound bites gwaan bight cha;
Not a terrorist
But she gwaan blow up ya speakers.
Life is the teacher and
Jah is the preacher;
Menace is a feature
to art and its creatures.
Shots fired then dem duck, see
No babylon can touch me.
Drink tea with me Hennessy
and toast with di enemy.
Ram pa pa pam
She kisses blood on her notes then
Knock 'pon di door and
Delivered when I sing then:
Chorus 1:
Murder, murder
RIP to dem speakers.
Boom bye shots to di head,
Now you gwaan blind with only one ear.
Me hear?
Bridge:
Running back wanting some more.
Dem can't disappear dem wanting soem more.
Bad gals dem screaming wanting some more.
Pon di speakers, yes they wanting some more.
Verse 2:
Haters gwaan hate
But they will never understand it.
Head in the sky
'Cause me never had landed.
Beat banger bandit,
Street-savvy savage.
Hands up high when me sing:
Chorus 2:
I say she's a
Murderer, murderer
RIP to dem speakers
Boom bye shots to the core
Now she gwaan running tearing up more.
Murder, murder
RIP to dem speakers
Boom bye shots to di head
Now you gwaan blind with only one ear.
Verse 3:
Lord have mercy
di ears dem thirsty.
Cup of tea daily,
My thoughts never empty
Hear me.
Me pray to Jah for another day given,
Then me tear up the streets like a mad villain.
Forging connections between soundsystem, jungle, soul, and more, the British-Mauritian artist's latest is a coatlas of regional club sounds. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 29, 2023