No Trade Fi Peace (Cover)
Afro-infused punk rock. BPM 190, E minor, male vocal (Black singer). Fuse punk’s 190-BPM speed/aggression with Afrobeat syncopation and swing. Drums: fast, tight, relentless — four-on-the-floor kick/snare driving beat; polyrhythmic toms & metallic hits echoing West African drumming. Guitars: sharp, mid-heavy, overdriven; fast power-chord stabs & muted downstrokes with garage-punk bite. Bass: thick, distorted, up-front; locks with kick yet slips into syncopated fills for funk tension. Vocals: shouted, raw, urgent — rebellion meets celebration. Chorus: chant-style gang vocals yelling “AFRO PUNK!” call-and-response. Add claps, tambourine, and off-beat percussion for Afro groove without losing punk ferocity. Explosive yet danceable tempo with short instrumental breaks for breath before chaos returns. Mix: raw analog energy — minimal reverb, punchy drums, wide guitars, dry bass, upfront vocals. Mood: wild, defiant, joyful, unfiltered — identity celebrated through noise and rhythm.
No Trade Fi Peace (Cover)
Afro-infused punk rock. BPM 190, E minor, male vocal (Black singer). Fuse punk’s 190-BPM speed/aggression with Afrobeat syncopation and swing. Drums: fast, tight, relentless — four-on-the-floor kick/snare driving beat; polyrhythmic toms & metallic hits echoing West African drumming. Guitars: sharp, mid-heavy, overdriven; fast power-chord stabs & muted downstrokes with garage-punk bite. Bass: thick, distorted, up-front; locks with kick yet slips into syncopated fills for funk tension. Vocals: shouted, raw, urgent — rebellion meets celebration. Chorus: chant-style gang vocals yelling “AFRO PUNK!” call-and-response. Add claps, tambourine, and off-beat percussion for Afro groove without losing punk ferocity. Explosive yet danceable tempo with short instrumental breaks for breath before chaos returns. Mix: raw analog energy — minimal reverb, punchy drums, wide guitars, dry bass, upfront vocals. Mood: wild, defiant, joyful, unfiltered — identity celebrated through noise and rhythm.
Lyrics
Intro
Riff
Jah know…
Dem still a juggle di Earth like marbles
But we nah play dem game…
Verse 1
Back inna time, likkle mustache man
Him weigh di world like it was him plan
Bombs drop, sky burn, people run
Babylon waan control everyone
Chorus
Dem balance war pon di scale, mi seh
Dem trade peace like a market deal
But Rasta seh love, mi nah go frail
Wi carry hope like di Zion seal
Verse 2
Now gold hair wid him stiff face grim
Him tweet like bullet, fulla sin
Di table set, di poker game start
And di chips dem? Man’s soul and heart
Chorus – repeat
Dem balance war pon di scale, mi seh
Dem trade peace like a market deal
But Rasta seh love, mi nah go frail
Wi carry hope like di Zion seal
Interlude – Instrumental
Verse 3
Rasta no play no devilish part
Wi burn fire fi truth and art
Wi nah deal weapons, mi deal with drum
One drop riddim mek evil run
Bridge – Breakdown
Dem seh “power”… mi seh “grace”
Dem seh “money”… mi seh “bass”
Dem seh “strike”… mi seh “light”
Rasta balance di vibes, not di fight
Verse 4
So mi balance love, mi balance life
Balance roots and riddim right
Dem balance fear, mi balance smile
Rasta scale weigh heart, not file
Chorus – final, extended
Dem balance war pon di scale, mi seh
Dem trade peace like a market deal
But Rasta seh love, and dat nah stale
Mi balance truth inna holy trail