If You Bring the Selection (feat. High Paw)

Ya'll know Babylon has its tricks to make you blind.

Well Chalart we a go proove that music makes them see, lord...

Blind, dem blind, dem see if you bring the selection, mi bredda.

Blind, dem blind, dem see if you bring the nice session, hear this my sista

We deyah bringing the nice selection

We have a treasure we call collection

Find in 12 or 7 the right version

To bring the massive to the sweetest station

Sing and deejay, hey, pon the rootsman corner

All di bredrens and sistrens nicing up the session

Inna Vigotown we shuffling the vibes down, so let your tunes come out

Blind, dem blind, dem see if you bring the selection, mi bredda.

Blind, dem blind, dem see if you bring the nice session, hear this my sista

What a come down, this sound murder

You cannot run, you cannot hide, you cannot turn up

Inna city this vibes yes they'll burn up

When the fyah begins ya feet they claim up

The floor it shivers, while I light my sativa

It's a perfect combo this selection and my rifa

Tell the soundbwoys, soundgirls we nah preachers

One message, one love pon di streets

If you dig it for me please my veteran

I know the tunes will taste like cinnamon

I can feel how you switch off and bring the bassline

People gets mad giving fyah to Babylon so

Flowers I'll share, oh yes, I'll be there

In the collision I'll burn I swear

Vibes are the liquid that spreads

All over the place, with worda of a race

Those issues can't wait, you see me

Blind, dem blind, dem see if you bring the selection, mi bredda.

Blind, dem blind, dem see if you bring the nice session, hear this my sista