Jamaican recording artist Tommy Lee Sparta (real name Leroy Russell) is one of dancehall’s most exciting and innovative performers.
Adopting a more melodic, musical sound than many of his peers, his self-styled gothic dancehall utilizes haunting synths and stripped-back rhythms to match his often sing-song delivery and dark visuals.
Listen to a new hot dancehall music single from Jamaican Dancehall artist Tommy Lee Sparta, real name Leroy Russell, titled “Grinding” and produced by his own label Guzu Musiq.
Tommy Lee Sparta is grinding and keeps it real as usual, delivering a touchy new song that tells of the lights and shadows of being a music artist. Big Up Sparta.
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LISTEN TO TOMMY LEE SPARTA “GRINDING” GUZU MUSIQ 2014
TOMMY LEE SPARTA “GRINDING” GUZU MUSIQÂ LYRICS
[Intro] (Hmm) Mi got that 20/20 vision, mi a see so clear
I can see these haters from a mile away But I’m grinding, got no time for you ****
I’m grinding (hmm)
[Verse 1]
But warn some **** still and let them know, nuh tek mi fi no clown
Got themselves staring down, in di barrel of mi gun
Got my hand pon my nine and my finger pon mi trigger
Let dem know, mi nuh hesitate fi kill a ****’ ***** Mi nuh too talk badness, that mi nuh preach
Any bwoy violate, gun shot a reach
Brrrr dem song with lyrics and speech
Mi nuh too like talk but mi gun dem speak Dem seh mi fall off, but mi nuh know
Still a do mi show, still a shoot my video
[Chorus]
They say I sold my soul, I’m like who told you? They say **** you to my face, I’m like **** you too! I’m grinding Got no time for you ****, I’m grinding (hmm) I’m rising in this game like the morning sun When mi touch pon di road with mi bloodclaat gun I’m grinding (hmm) ********** I’m grinding (hmm)
[Verse 2]
Some bwoy get outta order, and they need to be served Don’t worry ’bout a **** thing, your table will be served Tonight you dine with di bloodclaat birds Six feet deep in a bloodclaat hole Mi nuh one bwoy inna song Meet dem pon di road an’ a gun dem down ***** dem fi know, mi a ********* maniac Badabang, warn dem, mek dem know mi idiot Bomboclaat! Gun dem a buss like a bloodclaat drum Bullet chase bwoy an’ a gun dem down Mi nuh give a **** who you is, where you from Bwoy dem nuh waan see mi a transform Di demon rise an’ Satan a run Worse than a hundred Taliban (hmm)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Yuh see mi face, nuh know mi story No see mi struggles, but yuh see mi glory When them think mi ago fall, mi make history Rise up, triumphant in victory (hmm) Streets surrounded by these haters and ungrateful **** Even these ***** more fake than I figured Golddigger tryin’ to make a **** way (hmm)
