The Silence Before The Headline (feat. Pat King)

(The track opens with a heavy, bouncing dancehall bassline mixed with hard hip-hop drums. Patois King hypes up the intro with aggressive Jamaican ad-libs.) [Intro - male] Bumboclaat! Sable Reign inna di building! Make way fi di queen! Original don gorgon! Pull up! [Verse 1 - female] (Sable comes in with a fast, rhythmic flow, riding the dancehall bounce.) I'm the silence before the headline, the calm before the storm I'm the reason these b*tches is sounding so uniform I step in the dance and the temperature just drop I'm making the whole motherfucking industry stop They want the Caribbean flavor, they want the spice But they don't wanna pay the motherfucking price I'm mixing the Compton grit with the island heat I'm leaving these n*ggas dead on the fucking street You talking that tough shit, but you ain't outside I'm moving the weight and I'm controlling the tide I don't need a bodyguard, my aura is the weapon I'm teaching these hoes a very necessary lesson So wind to the bassline, drop it to the floor I'm giving 'em exactly what they asking for. [Chorus - both] (Patois King sings the melodic, aggressive hook while Sable backs him up.) [Male] Bad gyal step inna di place, make dem scatter! [Female] Yeah, we making 'em scatter! [Male] Real shotta move, we nuh deal with di chatter! [Female] We don't deal with the chatter! [Male] From NY to yard, we a run di whole block! [Female] Yeah, we running the block! [Male] Sable Reign and di King, we have it on lock! [Verse 2 - male] (Patois King delivers a rapid-fire, aggressive dancehall verse.) Hear mi now, clear di way, make di shotta dem pass We nuh play with di fire, we a bun down di grass Dem a talk bout dem bad, but dem soft like a feather When we touch inna di street, we a change up di weather Sable a di queen, she a sit pon di throne Any bwoy try test, make him bleed to di bone We nuh take disrespect, we nuh take nuh back talk When we step inna di club, watch how di bad man walk Big chain on di neck, pure ice on di wrist Make di whole a dem know say we top of di list Original rude bwoy, original bad gyal We a run di whole world, yeah we international! [Chorus - both] [Male] Bad gyal step inna di place, make dem scatter! [Female] Yeah, we making 'em scatter! [Male] Real shotta move, we nuh deal with di chatter! [Female] We don't deal with the chatter! [Male] From NY to yard, we a run di whole block! [Female] Yeah, we running the block! [Male] Sable Reign and di King, we have it on lock! [Verse 3 - female] (Sable returns, flow even more aggressive, mixing in slight patois inflection.) They thought I was hiding, they thought I was done I was reloading the clip, I was cleaning the gun I see these n*ggas acting like they run the show But I'm the one pulling strings on the low I'm the bad gyal original, unmatched and undefeated I'm leaving these industry plants completely depleted You want the raw energy? You want the real vibe? I'm taking these motherfuckers on a hell of a ride I don't ask for permission, I kick down the door I'm leaving the competition bleeding on the floor So turn up the bass, let the speakers just blow I'm showing these rookies exactly how it go. [Chorus - both] [Male] Bad gyal step inna di place, make dem scatter! [Female] Yeah, we making 'em scatter! [Male] Real shotta move, we nuh deal with di chatter! [Female] We don't deal with the chatter! [Male] From NY to yard, we a run di whole block! [Female] Yeah, we running the block! [Male] Sable Reign and di King, we have it on lock! [Outro - male] Original! Nuh test! Sable Reign! We gone!