Summer Bloc Party
UK funky meets dancehall bounce; syncopated percussive riddims, rubbery bassline, claps layered w/ whistle FX, pitched vocal stabs, minimal grime motifs; bouncy stepper groove w/ sub-driven swing; island-influenced carnival drums, sound system textures, crowd chants & echo drops; warm brass stabs, rhythmic chime loops, sizzling hi-hats; tight dubplate cuts mid-bar; 130bpm party pace; celebratory & rowdy, block-party tension release; vocal call-and-response energy; playful, high-energy, built for street dancing in heatwave; summery, sweaty, street-level joy w/ ragga-style vocal delivery
Summer Bloc Party
UK funky meets dancehall bounce; syncopated percussive riddims, rubbery bassline, claps layered w/ whistle FX, pitched vocal stabs, minimal grime motifs; bouncy stepper groove w/ sub-driven swing; island-influenced carnival drums, sound system textures, crowd chants & echo drops; warm brass stabs, rhythmic chime loops, sizzling hi-hats; tight dubplate cuts mid-bar; 130bpm party pace; celebratory & rowdy, block-party tension release; vocal call-and-response energy; playful, high-energy, built for street dancing in heatwave; summery, sweaty, street-level joy w/ ragga-style vocal delivery
Lyrics
Intro
(Big man ting... the grill dem hot, di riddim hotter!)
(Yo, run da riddim—cha!)
*pew pew* *skrrrr!*
Chorus
Outside, bare smoke in di air (rah!)
Drum beat slap and mi nah really care (nope)
Sun lick skin and mi shoulders bare
Even dem rude yout cool pon a chair *(yuh zimme?)*
Two gal whinin' like nutten nuh wrong
Man pull speaker wit’ extendo prong
BBQ fumes mix bass and pong
We deh 'pon block till di break of dawn *(who wan clash?)*
Verse 1
Flip da chicken, dash dat spice
Block get ram when the riddim slice
Bare man buss out sweats in white
But yuh dun know ends still lookin’ nice
Belly full off rice and peas
Mi bredrin juggle and shell wit’ ease
One gyal bruk out in dungarees
And mi auntie vex, say “Behave yuh knees!” *(cha!)*
Brap brap wheel! Selector mad
Big sound buss through council pad
Mi breda in creps, gyal in sliders
But dem still dash foot like vibes cyah bad
Pre-Chorus
Cool off ting but mi cyant stay calm
Yardman flex wit’ the UK charm
From Halston gate to Tottenham Farm
Mi shell it down like mi palm hold psalm
Chorus
Outside, bare smoke in di air
Drum beat slap and mi nah really care
Sun lick skin and mi shoulders bare
Even dem rude yout cool pon a chair
Two gal whinin' like nutten nuh wrong
Man pull speaker wit’ extendo prong
BBQ fumes mix bass and pong
We deh 'pon block till di break of dawn *(ya see me?)*
Verse 2
Man ah link up from south to norf
Mi gyal bring juice, plus yeh she soft
Gyal from Bricky ah talk too rough
But she bruk off spine like it gone in half *(lawd!)*
Man dem reason by di gate
“Yow mi brudda, pass dat plate”
No screwface, no screw fate
Dis one night, mi release mi hate
Council bin turn ice cooler
Buss two maggie and mi feel much truer
One likkle yout shout “Wagwan shooter?”
“Mi ah chef today - man bun recruiter”
Smoke in mi locks, sweat 'pon neck
Mi uncle ah dash some bass, no check
Mi ting ah vibe, nah bother no flex
From yard to UK, one set, one trek
Bridge
Who mash mic? (We deh ya!)
Who run block? (We seh fire!)
Hands to sky if yuh feel dat drum
Soundbwoy dead when di bassline come
Chorus
Outside, bare smoke in di air (rah!)
Drum beat slap and mi nah really care (nope)
Sun lick skin and mi shoulders bare
Even dem rude yout cool pon a chair
Two gal whinin' like nutten nuh wrong
Man pull speaker wit’ extendo prong
BBQ fumes mix bass and pong
We deh 'pon block till di break of dawn *(who wan clash?)*
Verse 3
Summertime still, but mi eyes on toast
Catchin’ a wine and mi nearly roast
Bare gyal dance like Spirit Ghost
And mi cousin vex 'cause him deh postmost *(yo, allow it!)*
Mi na waan war, mi waan whine
Mi na waan stress, mi waan time
Mi na waan check no online crime
Mi waan di riddim and gyal pon time *(pull up!)*
Corner full, man toast like bread
Clash who? Nah, mi vibe instead
From Gritty grime to di yardhead spread
We buss off verse like lead get fed *(pow pow!)*
Raggamuffin steppin’ in creased-out jeans
Shellin’ dem sets like mi still 19
But mi vibes all sweet like sorrel and cream
Yard x grime pon a blockboy dream
Chorus
Outside, bare smoke in di air
Drum beat slap and mi nah really care
Sun lick skin and mi shoulders bare
Even dem rude yout cool pon a chair
Two gal whinin' like nutten nuh wrong
Man pull speaker wit’ extendo prong
BBQ fumes mix bass and pong
We deh 'pon block till di break of dawn *(rrrrrrrrah!)*