Listen to some new Jamaican Dancehall music with a gothic flavor brought to you by recording music artist Tommy Lee Sparta & UIM Records.
Tommy Lee Sparta has a new single out produced by Dinearo of UIM Records titled Outlaw.
In this new dancehall hardcore song Tommy Lee Sparta is back with more lyrical warfare, delivering another hard hitting hardcore anthem.
Tommy Lee Sparta has been one of the latest addition to Vybz Kartel former Portmore Empire, before Gaza General World Boss arrest back in 2011.Â
Following his arrest Vybz Kartel disbanded Gaza Pormore Empire and, beside some controversy and little scandals here and there, that involved Sparta, he has always been loyal and grateful to Addi for starting his music career.
LISTEN TO TOMMY LEE SPARTA ‘OUTLAW’ UIM RECORDS JULY 2014Â
TOMMY LEE SPARTA ‘OUTLAW’ LYRICS
(Chorus) Dem a tell mi fi rise everything like the dead a Dovecot A Flanka mi grow pu–y better pree that And anybody feel mi a f–kign idiot One in a yo head meck yo marrow pree that True mi a duel in a the tomb under the radar Apocalypse know weh fi drop in this f–k Sparta nuh fi get weh dem a come from Cause wi, wi rise up a bag a eagle
(Verse 1) Turn up mi bomboclaat voice Nuh have nuh compassion like a Christ hi nuh Dawg flee when mi fire black lice hi nuh Thunder roll out red carpet hi nuh Mi gun pop off nine o clock strike hi nuh Call that a lost soul caw dem cyaa find him
Evil suh till satan nuh waan si mi
Well dark Dem cyaa catch mi a dance caw mi nuh party 40 baller the neighbor mi clap 40 A wa do dem bwoy deh dem come a chat argument A talk bout badness, left badness for the next Big up mi dead friend dem Ants, Manants, Micle nuh Haffi si the at the cross road hi nuh Suh mi nah watch nuh face cause that shoot off hi nuh From mi likkle and a grow dem seh mi disastrous
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 2) Roll out wid mi gloves and mi mask on Bullet touch yo heart like a soxsaw When my gun aim and spray Mi intoxicate lungs like Craving A Tell dem don’t f–k wid a spartan Bullet meck yo brain fly pass marshion Big yard tug dem nuh talk long Well bad Mi a the spartan king call mi titan Murder yo bloodclaat wid nuh license Buss up dem face, no slicing But dem in a box, no slice thing Is like a pizza delivery Show up a the door a mi enemy F–k up like mi phone in Mi gun have infinity energy
