Island Flow Chronicles

Yeah, yeah (hmmmm)

When the bassline drop we light the flame

No competition, they know the name From Kingston streets to the global

game

We run the riddim,

it's all the same (wah-gwaan)

Step inna the place,

no delay, we make a way Heavyweight sound-system rattle all day Spitting

fire, verbal gold, nothing left to say From the block to the

coast, hear the bass play (booyaka)

When the bassline drop we light the flame

No competition, they know the name From Kingston streets to the global

game We run the riddim,

it's all the same (yeah-yeah)

We don't watch faces,

we just set the pace

Concrete jungle, running through the race

Heavy frequencies filling up the space Leaving every single competitor erased

Yeah, standard Soundboy

run (hmmmm)