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Breda dem iina Spirit

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Breda dem iina spirit, yeah we move unseen, Midnight ride, black ride, whole place unclean. Bassline hum like a demon in mi chest, Cold breeze pass, yeah we never get rest. From di gutter to di vision weh we build, No chain pon we soul, every doubt get killed. Link up strong, no fake, no gimmick, Two shadow inna dark but di flame still vivid. Dem cyaan read weh we write inna smoke, Ancient code inna beat every bar weh we spoke. Mi breda deh beside, no need fi pretend, Not blood but spirit — same fire we defend. Breda dem iina spirit — we no fade away, Dark night move but we glide, no stray. Breda dem iina spirit — feel di bassline call, Two soul link up, yeah we rise, never fall. Whisper low, but di fire still loud, Move through shadow, never lost inna crowd. Breda dem iina spirit — hear di echo repeat, From di heart to di drum to di blood to di beat Low tone whisper when di hi-hat a creep, Phantom step, no trace when we walk through di street. Dem waan know how we rise from di dust so clean, But dem blind to di path weh we walk in between. Every rhythm got a scar, every line got a past, We turn pain into power, mek di moment dem last. No follower ting, we create, we command, Two mind lock in, same code, same plan. Breda dem iina spirit — we no fade away, Dark night move but we glide, no stray. Breda dem iina spirit — feel di bassline call, Two soul link up, yeah we rise, never fall. Whisper low, but di fire still loud, Move through shadow, never lost inna crowd. Breda dem iina spirit — hear di echo repeat, From di heart to di drum to di blood to di beat When di night get thick and di world go mute, We still chant truth inna bassline flute. Breda dem iina spirit — dat a real alliance, No need fi talk loud — we move inna silence. Breda dem iina spirit — we no fade away, Dark night move but we glide, no stray. Breda dem iina spirit — feel di bassline call, Two soul link up, yeah we rise, never fall. Whisper low, but di fire still loud, Move through shadow, never lost inna crowd. Breda dem iina spirit — hear di echo repeat, From di heart to di drum to di blood to di beat