Scribblers
Powerful kid-friendly reggae-rap track with a dark, mysterious intro (low drums, muted guitar skanks, soft whispers). Verses delivered by confident children ages 9–13 with sharp rhythmic flow. Theme: “scribblers” who twist stories vs. kids who bring truth and light. Energetic reggae bounce with punchy offbeat guitar, deep warm bassline, light percussion, and modern reggae drums. Chorus sung by a small kids’ choir with bold chant energy, uplifting yet rebellious. Add call-and-response shouts (“Hey!”) in the bridge. Atmosphere: determined, courageous, revolutionary in a positive child-safe way. Include subtle brass hits, marimba touches, and bright harmonies that lift the chorus. Final chorus layered, anthemic, big group vocals. Production warm, crisp, cinematic reggae fusion with youthful fire and strong rhythmic drive.
Scribblers
Powerful kid-friendly reggae-rap track with a dark, mysterious intro (low drums, muted guitar skanks, soft whispers). Verses delivered by confident children ages 9–13 with sharp rhythmic flow. Theme: “scribblers” who twist stories vs. kids who bring truth and light. Energetic reggae bounce with punchy offbeat guitar, deep warm bassline, light percussion, and modern reggae drums. Chorus sung by a small kids’ choir with bold chant energy, uplifting yet rebellious. Add call-and-response shouts (“Hey!”) in the bridge. Atmosphere: determined, courageous, revolutionary in a positive child-safe way. Include subtle brass hits, marimba touches, and bright harmonies that lift the chorus. Final chorus layered, anthemic, big group vocals. Production warm, crisp, cinematic reggae fusion with youthful fire and strong rhythmic drive.
Lyrics
(Intro – dark reggae drums, kids whispering)
They twist all the stories…
they paint all the lies…
the scribblers of power…
with masks in their eyes…
(Verse 1 – Rap, sharp but kid-appropriate)
They sit in their rooms with their shiny pens,
but they bend every truth till nobody knows when.
They color the picture, but not what is real,
scribblers for power who turn the truth into steel.
They change every headline, they flip every chart,
they rewrite the world like a cold little art.
But kids like us can see through the smoke —
we don’t fall for the trick or the clever little joke.
(Pre-Chorus – rising energy)
They talk about freedom, but never stand tall,
their words are for sale in the newsroom hall.
On pages, on screens, with a bright TV smile —
but shadows hide deep in their polished style.
(Chorus – bold, chant-like, reggae power)
Scribblers — servants of might!
Shaping the stories that hide in the night.
Scribblers — twisting the truth,
but we shine a light with the fire of youth!
(Verse 2 – Rap + reggae guitar stabs)
False flags whispered, plans in disguise,
they feed the confusion with polished lies.
They open the gate for the ones behind,
the quiet decision-makers nobody can find.
But we’re not fooled — we read between lines.
Kids see clearer than grown-up minds.
We build our rhythm, we keep it strong,
and call out the wrong with a fearless song.
(Bridge – shouted kids’ call & response)
Hey! — They turn the words around!
Hey! — We bring the real truth sound!
Hey! — They try to build Babylon tall!
Hey! — But together we break that wall!
(Chorus – big kids choir + modern reggae punch)
Scribblers — servants of might!
Shaping the stories that hide in the night.
Scribblers — twisting the truth,
but we shine a light with the fire of youth!
Scribblers — the veil will fall,
the rhythm of truth will shatter it all.
Scribblers — you’re losing control…
’cause light breaks through every hole!
(Outro – dark but kid-safe)
Smooth little pens…
dark little plans…
but truth grows louder…
in the hands of the Little Riddim Crew.