Hello!

I'm Numeric Space, the director of Mathematica Records, and I'm delighted to present to you the free track MIRAVI - Воля (Numeric Space Remix).

After listening to the original track by the Russian singer MIRAVI - Воля, I was struck by her vocal mastery - it's truly a magnificent composition. This inspired me to create a remix in the style of Jungle Drum and Bass. My choice of style isn't random: I noticed that MIRAVI music indirectly relates to folk motifs, and reggae, from which Ragga Jungle originated, is also folk music from a different ethnicity.

Best regards,
Numeric Space
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MIRAVI
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MIRAVI - Воля (Numeric Space Remix)

Yah man! Mi tell yuh now,
Big man once deh pon top — now?
Ehh... listen clear…

Dem used to call him starboy, champagne inna hand,
Big suit, big car, big talk inna di land.
Vice-Chan, Minister, runnin’ tings large —
'Til di scandal drop down like lightning charge.
Photos leak, voice note ah buss,
Laughin’ public, media cuss.
Him seh: “Mi rise again, just wait and see.”
Sell him house, tek loan, full bravery!

Oh no no no no! —
Crowd: 1.1, and nuttin' grow!
Smile in shame, tek every blow —
Crowd: 1.1, and him cyaan go!
Oh no no no no! —
Crowd: Watch him fall from high to low!
Poster face in di alleyway glow —
Crowd: 1.1, and di hope done show!

Him walk pon di street like campaign clown,
Shake hand, fake grin, beg crown from town.
TV mock him, cartoon mask,
Even him dog dem walk past fast.
But still him try, hold pride like fire,
Dance in di rain, soak in di flyer.
One man army inna last man race —
Then boom! 1.1 — disgrace.

Oh no no no no! —
Crowd: 1.1, and nuttin' grow!
Toast that drink, but heart stay low —
Crowd: 1.1, and him cyaan go!
Oh no no no no! —
Crowd: Truth dem laugh, but lies dem know!
One last smile in di afterglow —
Crowd: 1.1, like a knockout blow!

Champagne bubble, dreams dem tumble,
Big man stumble, now him humble.
Face in rubble, still him chuckle,
Fool or hero? Life a puzzle.

Oh no no no no! —
Crowd: 1.1, and nuttin' grow!
Him rise and fall like ragga flow —
Crowd: 1.1, and him cyaan go!
Oh no no no no! —
Crowd: Toast to pain — him still nah show!
Inna di ruins, him still seh so...
Crowd: 1.1 — dat’s di end, yoh!

One Point One

Yah man!
One snap, and di best man gone, seen?
No pretty face, no sweet embrace — but still she run di place!

She no pretty, she no wise,
She nah smile, only roll her eyes.
No vibes, no style, no glisten,
Still di big man dem, dem listen!
Engineer boy, him kneel to she,
Vineyard boss, him climb di tree,
Business king, him lose him crown —
All dem fool just bowin' down!

Next man in line,
One snap and you are mine!
Boom boom boom,
One snap and you are mine!
Chop chop chop,
One snap and you are mine!

She bad mood every day and night,
Still di top shotta beggin' for a bite!
No magic, no spell pon de track —
She just slim, she just no fat!
Wine boss fall, engineer crawl,
Millionaire bawl when she no call,
Di men dem blind, dem lose dem mind,
One snap, and dem all get signed!

Next man in line,
One snap and you are mine!
Boom boom boom,
One snap and you are mine!
Chop chop chop,
One snap and you are mine!

Snap snap snap!
Mind gone trap!
No brains, no glow — but still she run di show!
Yahhh!

Next Man in Line (Ragga Version)

Get up! Get up! Get up outta bed — NOW!
Move up! Shake up! Time to mash it — POW!
Get up! Get up! Get up outta bed — NOW!
Move up! Shake up! No lazy head — WOW!

Eyes shut tight, no sound, no light,
Brain start spin — is it wrong or right?
Weekend dreams or weekday fight?
Mi ask mi self, "Stay or take flight?"

Boom, Monday knockin’! (Oh dread!)
Time fi chop that sour bread!
Ten minute leff, mi stretch mi bone,
Clock tick-tick, mi nah stay home!

7 minute — still pon bed!
5 minute — still pon bed!
3 minute — lift up head!
1 minute — dash out red!
Get up! Get up! Get up outta bed — NOW!
Move up! Shake up! Time fi mash it — POW!

Weekend vibes still pon mi skin,
Coffee scent pull mi soul within,
Stretch and sway like a lion king,
One more breath — let the work day spin!

Boom, Monday shoutin’! (Mi hear!)
Rise and grind, no time fi fear!
Mi stretch mi arms, mi slap mi grin,
Wake up strong, let di day begin!

7 minute — still pon bed!
5 minute — still pon bed!
3 minute — lift up head!
1 minute — dash out red!
Get up! Get up! Get up outta bed — NOW!
Move up! Shake up! Time fi mash it — POW!

Good Morning (Ragga Version)

Yeah yeah yeah — ah, light it up now!
Set me, set me, set me on fiyah!
Bun it, bun it, yow — listen!

Mi see ya comin’ like a blaze inna di dark,
One look, one touch — ignite di spark.
Whinin’ slow, gyal you mash up mi brain,
Flames in mi chest, mi cyaan explain.
You mi want, you mi need, you mi callin’,
Gyal set it off, no stalling!

Ooh, you light di fire inside,
Ooh, no place for me to hide,
Ooh, when you whine and you sway,
Mi burnin’, mi burnin’ away!

Set me on fire — gyal, light mi soul!
Set me on fire — cyaan lose control!
Heat up di night, let di riddim roll,
Set me on fire — gyal, tek di whole!

Dancefloor heat like a volcano burst,
One more whine and mi heart might burst.
Tears of sweat, but mi nuh feel pain,
Mi waan dis burn again and again!
Touch mi, twist mi, turn mi 'round,
Gyal, mi cyaan cool down!

Ooh, you light di fire inside,
Ooh, no place for me to hide,
Ooh, when you whine and you sway,
Mi burnin’, mi burnin’ away!

Set me on fire — gyal, light mi soul!
Set me on fire — cyaan lose control!
Heat up di night, let di riddim roll,
Set me on fire — gyal, tek di whole!

Burn it slow, burn it sweet,
Fire inna mi heart, fire inna mi feet.
No water cyaan out di flame,
When ya call out mi name...

Set me on fire — gyal, light mi soul!
Set me on fire — cyaan lose control!
Heat up di night, let di riddim roll,
Set me on fire — gyal, tek di whole!

🔥 Set mi, set mi, set mi on fiyah, yeah... 🔥
🔥 Bun it, bun it, bun it higher, yeah... 🔥

Set Me on Fire (Ragga Version)

Yah mi tell yuh, not every beat bring joy
Some rhythm sweet, but ah only destroy
It nah ‘bout di man, nah ‘bout di name
Mi heart remember... just di flame!

Wake up slow — screen full a grey
Dreams mi never choose comin’ anyway
Inbox full a what mi neva write
Outside di tree a dance, but it nah feel right

Mi sip mi coffee, bitter an’ cold
Fake a smile, but mi soul nah bold
Di world a spin — mi stay in place
Trapped in a vibe mi cyaah replace

🎶 It’s di rhythm before di pain —
Soft like di whisper in di rain
Nah miss di boy, nah miss di spark —
Mi miss di beat before it gone dark
Oh-oh, rhythm before di pain
Still echo inna mi brain
When love did wild an’ plain —
Yeah, di rhythm before di pain 🎶

Clock hands tap like dem playin’ drum
Mi heart mute like it gone numb
Meetings dry like paper glass
Still mi chase a rhythm from di past

Dem seh it nah him mi miss fi true
A di fire ‘fore di wave crash through
Before di heartbreak buss mi calm
Every look was sweet and warm

🎶 Di rhythm before di pain —
Like thunder low behind di rain
Nah need di touch, or memory game
Mi just waan di groove — not di name
It spin, spin, spin again —
Di rhythm before... before di pain 🎶

Mi tink seh mi miss him —
But mi wrong...
It’s not di lips, not di touch...
Mi miss how di riddim did run.

🎶 Say pain! (PAIN!)
Say rhythm! (RIDDIM!)
Who feel it know it, deep inna di system
It nah di man — it’s di flame dat remain
Still movin’ inna rain...
To di rhythm before di pain 🎶

Di Rhythm Before di Pain (Ragga Version)

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