Sound Bwoy Bureill (Re-Edit)

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