Since nobody wants to bun a FIYAH! Rasta stop blazing the FIYAH. They make Babylon sneak out without one box. Let me fix this mic cord. Hold the CHUNE, GHETTO, let me talk to the people dem.
We can’t turn our backs on the splinters flying off the drumstick on the rim shot.
JAMAICA, STOP FACKING AROUND! Our culture needs to be backed by a band. These new artists in dancehall are influencers; they ain’t artists. They are streamers and Apple Music artists. They can’t draw a crowd, but they want 30k plus for a show, dressed like they’re homeless, with a DJ and no band. How the FACK is this culture going to grow?
We need the yutes learning how to play instruments. Nothing wrong with the MPC! But we cannot turn our backs on the rhythm section. We can’t turn our backs on the splinters flying off the drumstick on the rim shot, or the bassist sitting in the pocket. Nobody does it better than Jamaicans.
The same goes for you Trinis. You think carnival is just paint and powder? You betta go learn how to play pan. These are the backbone of our culture. This is what makes us superior. One culture, one facking Caribbean. No brakes, just gas, pussy!
GHETTO, FREE THE CHUNE AND LET MAVADO SHELL DUN!