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GANJA Rise inna di sky
Dancehall reggae, EDM, Ganja tune
Creator:Japon Haze
Release Date:March 14, 2026
Lyrics
[Chorus]
Herb from di earth, mek di whole head firm,
Pass di chalice, mek di hard thought turn.
Roots run deep when di fire start burn,
Real high-grade, mek di whole place learn.
Herb from di earth, mek di real heart rise,
Steam in di air under dark-night skies.
Pass dat truth, no gimmick, no disguise,
Roots and word cut sharp, no lie.
[Verse 1]
Crush up di bud, then mi crack dat leaf,
Twist dat tight, tek flame, get relief.
Bush from di hill, no cheap backstreet brief,
Scent hit hard and it sink past grief.
Pull dat deep, mek di rib cage ring,
Chest get full while di tongue start swing.
Clip-top chat with a quick-cut sting,
Words get rough when di bassline sing.
Mi nah praise no fad, mi a big up di root,
Not no fake likkle pose fi a camera shoot.
Dis yah herb mek di dumb talk mute,
Mind get clear and di bars get brute.
Pack, crack, twist, then di chalice pass,
Thick grey steam start fill di glass.
Fast hard phrase with a blunt-force class,
Kick in di beat while mi spit dem fast.
[Chorus]
Herb from di earth, mek di whole head firm,
Pass di chalice, mek di hard thought turn.
Roots run deep when di fire start burn,
Real high-grade, mek di whole place learn.
Herb from di earth, mek di real heart rise,
Steam in di air under dark-night skies.
Pass dat truth, no gimmick, no disguise,
Roots and word cut sharp, no lie.
[Verse 2]
Box beat knock and di board dem slap,
Boot to di floor when di snare line crack.
Talk get chopped in a hard-mouth snap,
Raw rude style, no soft-top rap.
Pass to di left, mek di bredren build,
Reason get strong and di will get filled.
Life too rough but di nerve stay sealed,
Green from di soil mek di spirit healed.
Steam curl up while di late hour lean,
Sensi stay clean and di pull stay mean.
Rough-cut syntax, mi keep it keen,
Word blade bright though di room stay screened.
No joke ting, dis a rootsman rite,
Give thanks first, then mi light dat light.
Mind lock in when di draw sit right,
Verse turn wild inna dead late night.
[Bridge]
Hard pon di beat, but di heart stay still,
Herb from di earth, straight root from hill.
Tongue go fast and di bars go drill,
Fire and prayer and a iron will.
[Final Chorus]
Herb from di earth, mek di whole head firm,
Pass di chalice, mek di hard thought turn.
Roots run deep when di fire start burn,
Real high-grade, mek di whole place learn.
Herb from di earth, mek di real heart rise,
Steam in di air under dark-night skies.
Pass dat truth, no gimmick, no disguise,
Roots and word cut sharp, no lie.
Herb from di earth, mek di whole head firm,
Pass di chalice, mek di hard thought turn.
Roots run deep when di fire start burn,
Real high-grade, mek di whole place learn.
Herb from di earth, mek di real heart rise,
Steam in di air under dark-night skies.
Pass dat truth, no gimmick, no disguise,
Roots and word cut sharp, no lie.
[Verse 1]
Crush up di bud, then mi crack dat leaf,
Twist dat tight, tek flame, get relief.
Bush from di hill, no cheap backstreet brief,
Scent hit hard and it sink past grief.
Pull dat deep, mek di rib cage ring,
Chest get full while di tongue start swing.
Clip-top chat with a quick-cut sting,
Words get rough when di bassline sing.
Mi nah praise no fad, mi a big up di root,
Not no fake likkle pose fi a camera shoot.
Dis yah herb mek di dumb talk mute,
Mind get clear and di bars get brute.
Pack, crack, twist, then di chalice pass,
Thick grey steam start fill di glass.
Fast hard phrase with a blunt-force class,
Kick in di beat while mi spit dem fast.
[Chorus]
Herb from di earth, mek di whole head firm,
Pass di chalice, mek di hard thought turn.
Roots run deep when di fire start burn,
Real high-grade, mek di whole place learn.
Herb from di earth, mek di real heart rise,
Steam in di air under dark-night skies.
Pass dat truth, no gimmick, no disguise,
Roots and word cut sharp, no lie.
[Verse 2]
Box beat knock and di board dem slap,
Boot to di floor when di snare line crack.
Talk get chopped in a hard-mouth snap,
Raw rude style, no soft-top rap.
Pass to di left, mek di bredren build,
Reason get strong and di will get filled.
Life too rough but di nerve stay sealed,
Green from di soil mek di spirit healed.
Steam curl up while di late hour lean,
Sensi stay clean and di pull stay mean.
Rough-cut syntax, mi keep it keen,
Word blade bright though di room stay screened.
No joke ting, dis a rootsman rite,
Give thanks first, then mi light dat light.
Mind lock in when di draw sit right,
Verse turn wild inna dead late night.
[Bridge]
Hard pon di beat, but di heart stay still,
Herb from di earth, straight root from hill.
Tongue go fast and di bars go drill,
Fire and prayer and a iron will.
[Final Chorus]
Herb from di earth, mek di whole head firm,
Pass di chalice, mek di hard thought turn.
Roots run deep when di fire start burn,
Real high-grade, mek di whole place learn.
Herb from di earth, mek di real heart rise,
Steam in di air under dark-night skies.
Pass dat truth, no gimmick, no disguise,
Roots and word cut sharp, no lie.