Red Rose I warn you
Junkerman I warn you
Can't say me never did a warn you
Can't say me never did a warn you
Oh Lord, me tell you
Now trouble tek your Lord a God
Wicked shut it a go fit
Come on die
Now trouble tek your Lord a God
Duppy Jack it goin fit
Ah ha yee
I just love how the champion sound keep playing
Keep playing
Hot a reggae matical style dem a flash 'til a morning
On the riddim
With a little a this and a little a dat
Listen me voice through the tweeter box
Sounds sweeter with an echo chamber
And don't you know, we are the danger
What's happening
Temper
My God
This yah sound inna temper
Come on die
Fever
Some other sound boy die inna fever
Ah ha yee
Me see it yah
You nuh see dead sound inna fever
Fever
Hear the bass a rumble through the speaker
Speaker
Top end full a clarity just listen to the tweeter
Listen to the tweeter
It's getting sweeter
John say him priorities to find a chiquitita
And dem waan fi rock it all night to the beat yah
When the sound a play dem waan fi dance off dem feet yah
Dance off dem feet yah
Tun up the heat yah
Until the sound a start buss up concrete yah
Some a rock away
Some a do the gully creeper
Jump and can't take it sound boy a get weaker
A get weaker
Red Rose
And we nuh ramp, we nuh joke
We cut sound throat
Skin we nuh grin
We clip dem wing
You listen my sound you gonna get everything
You got to be conscious in this world you live in
Don't know who is sound guy, he's watching
Ragamuffin sound a we a carry the swing
Oh oh
Temper
Unuh get the big bad sound inna temper
Come on die
Fever
Some other sound boy die inna fever
Ah ha yee
Look here now
Don't stop your sound yah 'cause da sound yah haffi play
Tun it up, tun it up, tun it up louder
A it a rock the people night and day
Tun it up, tun it up, tun it up
Hey Babylon, nuh bother lock down this
Let the people hold a joy and everything will be criss
Tell me how can we live under your empty promise
You a pressure reggae music and we just can't stand it
Every dance inna the street you waan run come ban it
Dem nuh stop dem nuclear and atomic
Sodom ship it a go sink like the great Titanic
People keep a cool head and don't you panic
Red Rose
I just love how the dancehall girls keep whining
In a timing
And they give me the vibes in the dancehall every time
Come on die
A little a this and a little a dat
Girls dem a bubble like a soup in a pot
Some like it cold, some like it hot
Hey
Oh oh oh like a soup in a pot
Temper
Unuh get the big bad sound inna temper
Come on die
Fever
Some other sound boy die inna fever
Hot boy
Dem fall in a coma
Dem dead inna fever
Dem get the burial visa
Dem fall in a coma
Dem dead inna fever
Dem get the burial visa
Temper
Unuh get the big bad sound inna temper
Come on
Fever
Some other sound boy die inna fever
Temper
Unuh get the big bad sound inna temper
Come on
Fever
Some other sound boy die inna fever
Hot boy
Dem dead inna fever
Fall in a coma
They thought it was obeah
When the champion sound take over
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