Lyrics: Omar Allison
Music: Louis Parlant/George Claassen/Rudi Dempsey/Omar Allison
Bun dem down fiyah pon dem
This a message for all the youth dem
Se we tell dem tell dem tell dem again
Come Ina the place and me count from 10
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It a rapapampam gun shot a buss in a west London sound boy run when the bass line come riddim get hot like the fire ina sun
Any sound test get straight lic down
Heavy and loud with the dubplate sound
Bun Babylon come mek we bun dem down
Bun Babylon in each and every town
Get the place popping popping for all ah dem get the place popping popping come again rewind the riddim yes and come my friend listen to the riddim and the sound right now
Get the place popping popping for all ah dem get the place drop in drop in come again rewind the riddim yes and come my friend listen to the riddim and the sound right now
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Bun dem down fiyah pon dem
Dis a message for all the youth dem
Se we tell dem tell dem tell dem again
Come Ina the place and me count from 10
Bun dem down fiyah pon dem
Dis ah de message for all the youth dem
Se we tell dem tell dem tell dem again
Come Ina the place and me count from 10
Man step clean like a new transmission
Dark in the booth like a premonition
Talk through mic with a clear position
Cut through sound like a cold incision
Eyes on the prize, got full ambition
Rude bwoy flex with a grim intention
Sound get twist inna bad position
Drop one verse — cause a demolition
Run that bass, mek the place quaking
Dubplate heat, every window breaking
One man stand, no time fi faking
Whole crowd skank got the floor vibrating
Soundboy run when the riddim kicking
Chat dem chat, but dem style not sticking
Voice like a blade when mi start that spitting
Shell upon shell and me never stop ting
Bun dem down fiyah pon dem
This a message for all the youth dem
Se we tell dem tell dem tell dem again
Come Ina the place and me count from 10
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