i was asked by the Sean Paul Camp to do an official moombah remix of Greatest Gallis.
here it is for yall! 

big ups WE ARE MASSIV for setting this up

hope yall dig. had so much fun making this.. i forget how much i love moombah


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Sean Paul x Beenie Man -  Greatest Gallis (ETC!ETC! Remix) {Free Download}

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It's Alright - Shaggy X Kranium
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It's Alright - Shaggy X Kranium

BOOM... tak... BOOM... tak...
Mi burn de midnight oil, y'know?
Head inna de book so de future can grow.
Every exam, a-pass it with a flourish,
Mek Mama and Papa feel nourished.
Dem chest swell up with a proper kinda pride,
See de certificate? Nuh-ting fe hide.
De-gree pon de wall, in a gold-plated frame,
A ticket to ride in de Babylon game.

Land de big job, inna de glass tower,
Man on a mission, feelin de power.
Sharp suit, clean shoes, brain tickin' fast,
Buildin' a future, forgettin' de past.
Spreadsheet a-sing, reports dem a-gleam,
Livin' de promise, de corporate dream.
Intelligence sharp like a brand new Gillette,
But de razor of politics... mi never met it yet.
De whispers start, like a snake in de grass,
In de canteen line, as de big-wigs pass.
A sideways glance, a smirk, a closed door,
Mi ideas gettin' lost on de polished floor.
De work is still good, de figures still right,
But a shadow fall in de fluorescent light.
Mi logic is sound, but dem logic is fear,
And de message start gettin' perfectly clear.

Dem call mi de slow horse, plodding along,
Inna dis race where mi just don't belong.
De DG a-crack de whip pon mi back,
Say "Move faster, you're on de wrong track."
But de track is a circle, de finish line a lie,
Just a slow horse... under a hostile sky.
Dem seh mi face don't fit, de texture is wrong,
So mi just plod on... singin' a reject's song.
BOOM... tak... BOOM... tak...
Then de HR letter, a formal disgrace,
"Your performance review, we need to discuss your place."
No talk of de numbers, de wins or de toil,
Just "cultural fit," on dis foreign soil.
Banish mi down to de forgotten floor,
Where de broken staplers live, and de hope is no more.
De Island of Misfits, de corporate jail,
Every email a-shoutin' out "FAIL".
Mi try harder, come early, stay late,
Try to rewrite dis miserable fate.
But de harder mi pull, de deeper de rut,
De stable door slam, and it stay firmly shut.
See colleagues dem vanish, one by one, dem gone,
A new face arrive before de old one's even warm.
No one ask why, no one seems to care,
Just an empty desk and a ghost in a chair.
Mi lie to mi family, mi friends on de phone,
"Yeah, work is irie, mi holdin' mi own."
But de truth is a poison, a lump in mi throat,
Mi a-captain a ghost ship, a sinkin' boat.

'Cause I'm a slow horse, plodding along,
In dis whole damn race where mi just don't belong!
De DG a-crack de whip pon mi soul,
Say "You're takin' up space, you're not in control!"
But de track is a circle, de finish line a lie,
Just a slow horse... under a hostile sky.
Dem seh mi face don't fit, de accent is wrong,
So mi just plod on... singin' a reject's song.

Is not about de work.
Never was.
Is about de new mandate, from a foreign land,
Politicians with strange accents and a helping hand...
For their own kind.
They buy the power, they write the brand.
They look at me, and they don't see a man who built,
They see an obstacle, a remnant, a guilt.
My history, my face, my story... an old design,
That don't fit the new logo, the new bottom line.

De DG, him is just de puppet on de string,
Makin' mi life a living, breathing, hellish thing.
He want mi fe break, want mi fe quit,
Want mi fe sign de paper, and just admit...
Defeat.
Say "I wasn't good enough," say "I couldn't last."
Bury my pride and live in the past.
He want mi fe crawl away, broken and tame...
And forget I ever even had a name.

But de heart of a slow horse... is a stubborn drum.
It beats on and on... till de kingdom come.
Dey can tek mi desk... tek mi pride...
But de riddim inside... it will not hide.
So mi plod on... down de corridor of shame...
Whispering mi own name...
Whispering my own name...
Slow horse...
Slow horse...
Still... in de game...


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