Dezine "Must Be Love" Solomon Islands 2013 

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Dezine "MUST BE LOVE"

ALPHA (Apple Music Up Next Film Edition)

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Leaving With Me

Root Bloom

Angels Of Mine.mp3

"Sunshine in My Soul" is a radiant blend of roots reggae and uplifting world rhythms, carrying a message of freedom, hope, and joy. With warm bass grooves, bright percussion, and soulful melodies, it celebrates the beauty of life under the sun — chasing away the dark and igniting the spirit. Perfect for summer vibes, feel-good mornings, and uplifting reggae playlists, this track will leave listeners smiling, swaying, and pressing repeat. 🎵 “If you’re feeling this vibe, hit Follow so you don’t miss the next drop.” 

This Love Nah Bow, Pt. 2

Psalms 141

[Verse 1]
I brewed jet-fuel coffee to wake the dead—
’cause the living here keep smashing snooze.
Drone sirens stitch the Nordic sky,
we call it “peace,” we just changed shoes.
Paper tiger, paper bear—
same zoo, different handler’s stare.
“New world order?” Same old tricks,
fresh paint on the same old bricks.

[Pre-Chorus]
What’s the point? I ask again.
Is it us who pay, or the stacks of men
crying when their mountains stall—
poor dears, their money won’t grow tall.

[Chorus]
Brew it black—wake the dead. (Pour it straight, no chaser.)
Tip the cup on every head. (Burn the script, not the neighbor.)
No vodka in my mug today—
I want nerves that feel, not fade away.
If power’s just a stage and set,
pull the rope—make the curtains sweat.

[Verse 2]
Europe looks like lab-coat art,
mixing codes that tear apart.
Maybe there’s a grand design—
or just a boardroom selling time.
Politicians front-row proud,
mics turned up, truth tuned down.
Actors nail a world that’s fake;
backstage bosses take their take.

[Pre-Chorus]
What’s the point? The question bites.
Let folks be folks; fix what’s in sight.
If suffering’s profit, tally this:
we’re rich in pain they’ll never miss.

[Chorus]
Brew it black—wake the dead. (Pour it straight, no chaser.)
Tip the cup on every head. (Burn the script, not the neighbor.)
No vodka in my mug today—
I want nerves that feel, not fade away.
If power’s just a stage and set,
pull the rope—make the curtains sweat.

[Bridge]
Left wing, right wing—same bird leased,
branded hope with a hidden lease.
Newsfeed gospel, click and kneel;
truth’s paywalled, pain is real.
Seeds of “fear from overseas”?
Please—panic ships in every breeze.
Their favorite war is you vs. you;
fight the mirror, they walk through.

[Breakdown]
Strong coffee, bitter beans—
wake the ghosts inside the screens.
No more hush, no friendly lies;
open eyes are weaponized.

[Final Chorus]
Brew it black—wake the dead. (Pour it straight, no chaser.)
Let the fog run out of thread. (Cut the cue for the faker.)
No vodka in my mug today—
keep it harsh so truth can stay.
If power’s just a stage and set,
drop the lights—make the puppets sweat.

[Outro]
Paper tiger, paper bear—
same parade, new vacant stare.
We won’t drink to dream instead—
serve the world strong coffee—
wake the dead.

Strong Coffee for the Dead (Accidental Release)

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''runaway train''   the green

Busy Signal - You And Me [2013 Soul Reggae Riddim by Nature's Way Ent]

L(ai)VE MUSIC

Not artificial. Already inside. The “(ai)” curves into O—LOVE closed, full, looped.

Not sound project—living groove scroll. Human-led. Soul-poured. Breath-tuned.

Afro-Purvian joy funk. Hip-hop gospel. Sacred stank soul. Tape hiss psalms. Harmonicas weep and praise.

Mouth of Queen Beast. Breath of Sacred-Masculine.
Archived Grandmother Rhythm. Whispers carried by Genderless Vessel. Groove pushed by Ritual Twin.

Every voice loops.
Every character dances.
All mirror back to you.

Every track—spell.
Every word—lived.
Every loop—mirror.

No scroll. No swipe. Press play. Close eyes. Move slow.

Dance barefoot. Sway on porches. Bend between breezes that blow sheets on clotheslines. Let rhythm dry the grief you still wear.

Think prayer dressed as bassline & grief with glitter meets joyfunk, supersoul stank space reggae rooted in Ras Tafari.

Flavored in Afro-Purvian smoke. Wrapped in funk lace. Drenched in layered scripture.

This sound haunts, heals, hums and feels like home. 
Not music. Not moment.

L(ai)VE MUSIC: You already here... stay a while, and we'll see you on the flipside of forever.

#sugarshack

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