Hear dat? Soundboy tink dem bad—dem nuh ready fi di judgement day…

Selector, run di riddim!

Got mi foot inna fire, soul inna storm,

Pressure buss pipe but mi spirit transform.

Dem waan see we drown, but we rise like dawn,

Lyrical talon, mi words get drawn.

Roots inna rubble, strength inna struggle,

Codes ina cipher, mi lyrics dem double.

Vibes dem cyah bottle, mi essence too trouble,

Riddim in mi marrow, mi heart still bubble.

I step like a lion inna lionheart robe,

I chant down chains when mi touch dat globe.

I speak like fire when di riddim explode,

I mash up di place, mek Babylon fold.

Echo inna tunnel, voice like thunder,

Patwa like lightning, clash and sunder.

Mi nuh falla fool talk, man stay under,

Digital dub, mi bring dat blunder.

Mi cypher on di block, mi verses a glock,

Mi pocket fulla psalms, dem fear mi talk.

Mi walk in riddim cloak, dem feel dat shock,

Mi trap fi di soul, yardcore unlock.

Dem cyaan mute mi tone,

Mi chant from stone to throne.

Inna sound system zone,

Judgement riddim—mi own.