Now it's a nex season and a nex type of version
And a nex music for you to catch your swing from
All the chips are plugged in and the betting is closed
I am walking and dreaming, no need for scheming
And you won't hear me screaming
On your hi-fi download and live streaming

Nex Season

This one dedicate to the ragamuffin MC
And this one dedicate to the hip hop massive
And this one dedicate to the jungle posse
And this one dedicate to the punk rock scene

My echo ring from California clear to Germany
So now I come to give you more of dis ya stylee
A nex bomb design inna me laboratory
And case you never know they call it
Maximum respect is due to Junior Ruby
Thru inna me de DJ war im seh im wan referee
Respect and props due to the one Rocker T
And everybody who praise the almighty
Shout out to Q-Maxx 420
Special livication to Rankin Coolie
Big request to St. Edward and the one Mista Rhee
Ca this one dedicate to the New York posse!

Nex Season

I'll kick it non-stop off the top of my head
But I didn't come to talk about the next man dead
If he try to test me or step to my crew
Cause I ain't the type of guy to pull a gun on you
So if a shot bust then you know it a fe lyrical
A DJ bakkle shouldn't get too physical
How you wan talk bout you style so original
When me hear that me a fe laugh so hysterical
Could list off your ripoffs in order categorical
Ya ridims, style and lyrics just copy from historical
But through me nah no pirate seh me so irresistable
And through me versatile Jah know me style so radical
Step tp the inimitable, the damage would be terrible
Sometimes I drop it literal, and other times in parable
Scientific fact is for every little act
There is an equal and opposite reaction

So when you kick a detraction and the bakkle in swing
I just siddung on top of the riddim like the king in a de ring
Whether live chanting or pon a recording
Love is all I bring
Inna me Ghanaian suit and ting
Love is all I bring
Inna me Wu Shu suit and ting

Let me reiterate, my sound reverberates
A long decay, four year delay on an infinite repeat
Can you feel the heat blasting out my furnace?
Don't try to spurn this
You know you can't burn this 'cause I earned this
Turn around, concern yourself with your own business
'Cause you when you dissed this with unrealistic expressions of prowess and prie
You know you lied
And now you can't hide from the tanning that's due you
I'm looking through you, so whatcha gonna do?

This one dedicate to all the ska MC
Like Prince Buster and Count Machouki
This one dedicate to all the reggae MC
Like Yellowman and Sister Nancy

I'll see you next season

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