Sound Bwoy Bureill (Re-Edit)

Lyrics

Smif-N-Wessun ft. Top Dog, Starang Wondah, and Jahdan Blakkamoore - "Sound Bwoy Bureill (Re-Edit)" [Emcee(s): Top Dog, Tek, Steele, and Starang Wondah] [Producer(s): DJ Evil Dee and Mr. Walt] [Sample 1 (Bass): The Waters - "My Heart Just Won't Let You Go" (0:00)] [Sample 2 (Sound Effect/Other): Ramatam - "Heart Song" (0:03)] [Sample 3 (Drums): Climax Blues Band - "Louisiana Blues" (0:00)] [Reggae Vocals: Jahdan Blakkamoore] [Intro: Sample from Clement Irie "Sound Boy Get Kuff (AKA Ku You Sound Boy)"] "We are the winning champion sound. You cannot cross the border 'cause we alkaline body. You will come, we'll kill you already and you and your fronting ass. There is no form of threat to we come. When it come to lyrics, we have it, so come!" [Verse 1: Top Dog] Boom bye bye To a sound bwoy head. We no nah promote No nasty man, dem have fi dead. Giving him Two shots dead to him chin. Enemy or friend Fake the funk, I put the junk to an end Now who the rude bwoy wan' test D-O-G? I find his family to identify he I bet you never thought I bust lead—surprise! I'm a fortified blunt head just like me dread [Verse 2: Tek] You try test The champion sound, you getting bucked down Recognize the Boot Camp Clik out of Bucktown Gun-thirsty little bastard, always blasted From the sacks of chocolate off Mother Gaston You say you number one wicked selector I say you punnany and I'll wet ya Keep the bull 'fore I pull this here trigger 'Cause you don't wanna test me when I'm tipsy off the liquor like the punk They called McGirt. Got his feelings hurt Showed his true colors, had to yank up his skirt. Now he's In misery, trying to cop a plea Lead to him head from Gunn Clappa Numba Three, see Lick off a shot, you no dick-rider Lick a shot, punnany, not gunfire [Verse 3: Steele] Now Everybody wanna be Don Gorgon. All around New York, niggas be talking, but we be stalking In the dark's when the dog starts barking But in the day, be wary of where you be walking [Bridge 1: Sample and Jahdan Blakkamoore] [Sample from Gregory Isaacs - "Ruler For the Dance"] "Don't! Don't! Don't!" [Jahdan Blakkamoore] Me sing a Sound Bureill, and we no take dat fi fun. They sing Boot Camp Click, and, rasta, you know you're getting done. Me sing a Sound Bureill, and we no take dat fi fun. It's the BlackHeart Skavenger, rasta, you know you're getting done. Me sing a Sound Bureill, and we no take dat fi fun. If y'all test Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, you know you're getting done. Me sing a… [Verse 4: Steele] Me nah Sex, me rough like the wicked youth in me That other half that be bugging off the truth he see Original criminal running town Crime pays—that's what I practice, so act if You wan' get blasted by my nine shot Come around my block, find a nice spot in a pine box Murderer, sound bwoy killer Find some leaf filler, we 'bout to get iller [Verse 5: Tek] Sound bwoy, you got 'nough reason to worry Coming with my troops, we about to bury Better pack your dubs and move in a hurry Ease off, seen? Looking at my pager, it's about that time To load up the nine and do my daily crime Warriors, conquerors, the man before ya Mr. Rippa AKA the enemy killer My man with the weed is my man indeed, and all you Sucky-ducky niggas catch knots with speed [Bridge 2: Jahdan Blakkamoore] Me sing a Sound Bureill, and we no take dat fi fun. They sing Boot Camp Click, and, rasta, you know you're getting done. Me sing a Sound Bureill, and we no take dat fi fun. They sing BlackHeart Skavenger, rasta, know you're getting done. Lord, have mercy Sound Bureill, and we no take dat fi fun. If y'all test Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, you know you're getting done. Me sing… [Verse 6: Tek] Lord, some bwoy gwan get dead tonight, duke As I retrieve the two-five from my Timb boots Target 'pon sight, trigger 'pon cock Adjust your pupils to see a dead bwoy walk 'Nough pussyhole gwan die this year Here comes the Boot Camp sliding to the rear [Verse 7: Starang Wondah] Starang coming like a hurricane licking shots More untouchable than niggas with the chickenpox Dreads and fros out to get the doughs like Bisquick From now until, Louieville packs the biscuit (90 Now!) Smif-N-Wessun, O.G.C., it's the Beast From the East and Gunn Clappa Numba Three [Verse 8: Steele] We bring The realness. Feel this boom as Black Moon Reveal this. We come to let you know what the deal is Straight up, we serve justice, so if You can't be trusted, may you return where the dust is [Interlude: Sample from King Everald - "Send Fi the King"] "There is many sound that's going around and going around, going like a clown, but I'm telling you. Clean up your walk and come to the lights. Sucker, you are dead, stuck from morning and always evening 'til everything's dead" [Outro: Jahdan Blakkamoore] You know! Sound Boy dead, appeared to lick off dem head, for real Smif-N-Wessun alongside BlackHeart Skavenger, my pride and joy For real when we look and say "Lord, have mercy." Hey, hey, hey, hey! Tell dem fi come if a trouble dem a want Boy, we a go lick dem wit de finesse and charm Tell dem fi come if a trouble dem a look, take a look Oh, take a look in at Camp lyric smoke, huh! Tell dem fi come if a trouble dem a want Boy, we a go lick dem wit de finesse and charm Tell dem fi come if a trouble dem a look, take a look Oh, take a look in at the Skavenger lyric book 'cause every Page full of style and full of our fashion, uh! We don't believe in pirate material, my Lyrics no rush and they're well original, christened And stamped wit de seal of approval Original true posse, give me de signal Put dem to bed and give de bureill. Me say Sound Bureill, and we don't take dat fi fun