[Intro] Oi selector, turn it up, mek it blast Bassline thump like shot from di past Roots and jungle, di sound dem clash London to Yard, we movein’ fast [Verse] Mi come from south, where di riddim dem tuff Real ting, nah bluff, bassline rough Soundman lock di deck, system buff Mi step in clean, but mi lyrics dem scuff Mic inna mi hand and mi full a command When di riddim drop, whole crew a expand Gyaldem wine like dem nuh understand Pure fire inna dance – we a run di land Rudeboy stance, snapback low DnB jugglin’, dat real flow Mi nah ease up when di tempo grow Rootsman deep, but mi gwan fi show [Chorus] We run di dance like fire pon wire Bassline heavy, it a blaze like fyah Jungle inna blood, whole crowd get higher UK meets Yard – pure street empire Bruk out – swing low, drop down Rewind di riddim, bring it back roun’ Hands in di air – mek di place drown We run di dance – straight shell dung [Verse] Gyal a dip, gyal a roll, gyal a flex Move to di riddim like body get hex Rude gal stance inna bubblegum dress Wine so sweet, mi haffi confess Man dem post like lion pon block Big tune buss, and di speaker dem knock No time fi war – we a deal wid rock DnB riddim with a reggae shell shock Mi spit inna patois, then flip to grime Hybrid sound – it a bend up time Smoke in di air, but di vibe still prime And mi lyrics dem tight like UK line [Chorus] We run di dance like fire pon wire Bassline heavy, it a blaze like fyah Jungle inna blood, whole crowd get higher UK meets Yard – pure street empire Bruk out – swing low, drop down Rewind di riddim, bring it back roun’ Hands in di air – mek di place drown We run di dance – straight shell dung [Bridge / Breakdown] We nah deal soft, we come fi mash Selector pull up – it a serious splash From Peckham side to Portmore clash One drop to breakbeat – pure whiplash No fight, no gun, just vibes and soul DnB fusion – we in full control Reggae pon top wid a jungle roll Mi deh pon a mission – lyrical patrol [Outro] London callin', Kingston answer Riddim get dark like a midnight dancer Vibes too strong, cyaan hold no anchor We run di dance – every rave, every stanza
