I′m in the clash with my crew
Eglinton Avenue
Yeah, they got one gun inBut we got in two
I bet If you knew what I knew
Yeah, you'd have yours in too
Because It′s murder tonight
If your sound don't play right
I'm in the back, Ringo′s strapped
They never searched his knapsack
Now he′s got something special
For that talking parrot
Champagne for my boys
With their toys that make noise
And the badman dem inna di corner
Smoking marijuana
My dubs dangerous like lead
Come clash, your sound dead
Whether bald head or dread
Selecta lose dem head
Get my wizzla for my Sizzla
They can't play Tenor Saw
My emcee, he just told you fi guh
Just play me some Chronixx
And some Bounty and some Beenie
Some Beres and some Buju
Play me Barrington Levy
They can′t play Garnett
Dem sound didn't even start yet
Nicodemus, Baby Wayne
Dem sound wasn′t even born yet
They can't play Early B
Nitty Gritty, Gregory
Dennis Brown or Barry Brown
Their sound was not around
The base, the mids
The treble and the highs
We′ve got dub plates
Anthems, specials, forty-fives
The place, the vibes
We hunting for the prize
Aiming for the skies
Cause your sound is gonna die
It's gonna be a slaughter
They're not playing like they ought to
Just boo the selector
That mic talker′s an infarma
Please don′t touch my controller
I don't wanna catch Corona
When I clash you, I will scold ya
Didn′t listen, I told you
I can friend you then I'll foe you
I don′t wanna get to know you
Got some dubs that I could loan you
You still bawling when I phone you
In every situation,
Whether African or Asian
Could be coolie or caucasian
I rise to the occasion
I'm a sound clash addict
I clash all night, all day
If the money′s right
Let's clash tonight
So gimme that trophy and pay
The base, the mids
The treble and the highs
We've got dub plates
Anthems, specials, forty-fives
The place, the vibes
We hunting for the prize
Aiming for the skies
Cause your sound is gonna die
My dubs winning
My anthem spinning
Tune-fi-tune thrilling
My sound is killing
I′m a sound clash villain
But wait, stop, ring the bell
They just played back
Their own fake Vybz Kartel
So get the coffin for that sound
And send them home in a box
Get the trophy for my boys
They played solid like a rock
Their sound was playing stuckie
When things was getting mucky
Now my sound turn your sound
Into a clash sound duppy
Next week we fly out
Kill sound in a farin
I′m addicted to sound clash
Gotta take that war in
