Sitori

[Intro] Sit Tory... Frontiloplotitical... Jah Murralcal... Bassline crawl through the ceiling, moonlight dripping through the wall. [Verse 1] Sit Tory on the corner where the frequencies bend, Frontiloplotitical, beginning and the end, Jah Murralcal got the whole room vibrating, while the old-world clock keeps accelerating. One foot in the rhythm, one foot in the sky, watching little satellites arguing why, I said, “Brother, don't worry, let the riddim decide,” then the bass kicked open a door to the other side. [Chorus] Sit Tory! Frontiloplotitical! Jah Murralcal! Make the whole thing critical! Sit Tory! Let the riddim roll! Frontiloplotitical shake the dust from your soul! [Verse 2] Murralcal walking with a solar-powered grin, got a pocket full of thunder and a universe within, Jah said, “Keep moving, don't you freeze in the frame,” so I danced through the static while I forgot my name. Dubwise pressure, psychedelic weather, three weird words holding all the worlds together, Frontiloplotitical ringing through the night, every syllable bending the satellite. [Bridge] Sit... Tory... Slow it down. Murral... cal... Turn it around. Frontiloplotitical! Say it till it cracks! Jah Murralcal! Then bring the whole thing back! [Chorus] Sit Tory! Frontiloplotitical! Jah Murralcal! Make the whole thing critical! Sit Tory! Let the riddim roll! Frontiloplotitical shake the dust from your soul! [Outro] Jah Murralcal... through the bass... through the wall... through the little cracks in space... Sit Tory. Frontiloplotitical. Jah Murralcal. Good send.