Skints Soundboy Lyrics

Ah sound dead! Ah sound dead, ah sound dead, ah sound
dead! Dubplate bus up inna sound bwoy head! Ah sound
dead, ah sound dead, ah sound dead! True we ah run di
place red, (mi parl) Dubplate gon' murder dem you know
we stand firm again. Dis the champion! Mi parl, that
nah gon' work again! Fire come burn again, listen when
mi talk again the champion sound inna the area!

About real, I'm on tour when you're beggin it. We done
slept on more floors than you ever did, pedal to the
medal and I'm heavier than metal is. Put on the kettle,
go and settle, you're not ready kid! And sometimes I
feel luckier than seven, but otherwise I'm f*cking
feeling sucky like a lemon dip.. I bun lemon, go
heaven, no hedonist, but some lemons grow dreads and
try level it. I keep the sound locked down like I sent
it bing. You go round and round like a wedding ring,
Tom Araya, I'm a Slayer and I shred it like Kerry King,
Soundboy test and I'm deading him, bring a style to the
table, they're breadin it. Any head, you best check if
you're steppin in, burn your path, I'll make mine and
I'm treading it, boiling point and I'm cool but you're
sweating it.

( CHORUS ) I won't hesitate to let a soundboy know I
will dead him

Take all my take all my take all my lifelines, gone!
Never got to ever get it done! x3

It's our revolution. Where ya gonna find a solution
now? Get the direction that makes that sound? Better
get a little bitter but you better get down! Our
revolution! Ride that bass with me now cause I'm gonna
get down and this instant you'll get knocked down,
better get a little bitter but you better get down! (CHORUS)

Look I done said, too much violence and bloodshed. But
to these cunts there hasn't been enough yet, spreading
lies like herpes in a dumb sket that hasn't worked out
yet what happens to her from sex with multiple
unprotected partners, to the bar - get plastered, but
can't quite be asked with the answers, "Oh
Bladeblahblah is in the dance" I laugh hard cos I'm a
bastard. Bars? You wouldn't pass 'em, you wanna be a
dictator like Stalin? You're a prick and you're a snake
in the garden. I tell you to "f*ck off" like I was
taking a parring and I break the rules like a Muslim
eating bacon while fasting. Aside from that I'm taking
my chances, I'm hating your marches, I'll kick out your
cars like it's garbage, I don't give a larbage, I'm
nasty like Marcus, I'll stop when I dance on your
carcass

(CHORUS)

I ain't got no problem with ya soundboy. But we both
know I could take ya down boy. You can't take it. I
ain't got no problem with ya soundboy. But we both know
I could take ya down boy you're stumbling, can't take
it. And though you stand your ground, we both know I'm
so right, come over to our side we'll jam until the sun
rise..

Ah sound dead! Ah sound dead, ah sound dead, ah sound
dead! Dubplate bus up inna sound bwoy head! Ah sound
dead, ah sound dead, ah sound dead! True we ah run di
place red, (mi parl) Dubplate gon' murder dem you know
we stand firm again. Dis the champion! Mi parl, that
nah gon' work again! Fire come burn again, listen when
mi talk again the champion sound inna the area!

(CHORUS)