Vybz Kartel spits some new hot bars in his newest music single “Scorched Earth,” in collaboration with legendary Jamaican music power house TJ Records.
This track has a powerful simplicity to it, a simplicity that plays with eternal symbols as the fire that it implies, and pure fire this song surely is!!
Incarcerated Dancehall King Vybz Kartel leaves no survivors once again, he wins it all period, spitting lyrics like
Dem bwoy deh easy fi brush, Clarks dirt
To how mi run di street dem and di lane cars curse
(How yuh find WorlBoss?)
Telescope, star search
as usual Teacha teaches, so all the dancehall student can learn.
He refers to his book “The Voice Of The Jamaican Ghetto, chapter 7 last verse”, he talks about social media and voices his opinion on the actual topic about youth and dancehall and where the music is heading, responding to Notnice and Skatta Burrell that declared dancehall music dead.
Once again Vybz Kartel the Teacher, the undisputed World Boss comes in with a crazy arsenal of lyrics and with his amazing lyrical ability and superior flow he takes over a trappy dancehall beat that plays with speed up vocal samples.
His genius shine in the whole song. Delivering you rhymes on rhymes like no others.
The chorus “Free Vybz Kartel, We need Vybz Kartel, Worlboss, Worlboss, Worlboss, Worlboss” comes like an anthem being chanted by an arena! This is another super loaded banger from the royal dancehall duo Vybz Kartel & TJ Records.
Listen to Vybz Kartel “Scorched Earth” official audio posted below and check the full lyrics to sing along incarcerated but never silenced Adidja Palmer.
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Listen To Vybz Kartel “Scorched Earth” TJ Records
“Scorched Earth” Vybz Kartel Lyrics
[Intro] Yo TJ, dem nuh know di WorldBoss program?
[Verse 1]
Years worth a fire, bloodclat, Scorched Earth
From yuh violate, it a guh hurt, ask Bert
Dem bwoy deh easy fi brush, Clarks dirt
To how mi run di street dem and di lane cars curse
(How yuh find WorlBoss?)
Telescope, star search
Look a pan mi hood yuh gyal a spring, March 1st
Up inna har middle like di East War work
Read di book a Addi, Chapter 7 – Last Verse
Ye ye ye ye ye, dem fraid a mi
Dem a mek tough talk, but mi know dem scared a mi
Kick it slow
All the river grudge mi wicked flow
Di paper clean, yuh wah fi see how mi pen a tippy toe
Lyrical mi a di man, phenomenal, big bang
Suck yuh mada if yuh wah fi bring mi down, quick sand
Ei-Ei-Eiffel Tower, mi still stand
Mi nuh fight cartoon war, Stewie kill Stan
