Eh! Yuh know what time it is.
Dem talk, but dem don’t know vibe.
We doh chase trend — we is d’trend, hear dat?
Run de riddim.

Dis not trap, dis not drill,
Dis not gun talk, not kill.
No flex pon chain, no lean pon pill,
Dis fire clean, dis pure will.
It not slow jam, not sad man cry,
It soca blood in de bassline sky.
No front, no fake, no shade,
We come to sweat, not fade.
It not club pose, not small room fame,
It street jump-up, it ancestral flame.

This not what dem post online,
Dis de drum dat bend up time.
Not your rule, not your land,
Dis de beat dat make we stand.
Turn dat noise, bring it down,
Soca wear de freedom crown.

Dis not cold heart, dis not chain,
Dis sunshine pourin’ through de brain.
No heartbreak song, no shame,
We wine out pain, we call dat gain.
It not ego, not greed,
It unity, love, and speed.
De riddim call, yuh feel it pull,
Everybody full, belly full.
Not sittin’, not still,
Whole body vibrate, dat’s de will.

This not what dem post online,
Dis de drum dat bend up time.
Not your rule, not your land,
Dis de beat dat make we stand.
Turn dat noise, bring it down,
Soca wear de freedom crown.

Dis not silence, dis not shame,
Dis joy, pure and untamed.
Not no border, not no wall,
We all inside one call.
It not judge, it not hate,
Dis heart still open late.
No code, no fight, no crew,
Just heat passin’ through you.
De rhythm older dan de fear,
It born again every year.

This not what dem post online,
Dis de drum dat bend up time.
Not your rule, not your land,
Dis de beat dat make we stand.
Turn dat noise, bring it down,
Soca wear de freedom crown.

Dis not foreign sound, dis home,
De island pulse inside de chrome.
No copy, no trend to chase,
Dis culture in yuh face.
De bass not evil, de wine not sin,
It spirit rollin’ deep within.
Not small joy, dis universe,
We laugh, we cry, we reverse.
De vibe not bought, not planned,
It rise from de people hand.

This not what dem post online,
Dis de drum dat bend up time.
Not your rule, not your land,
Dis de beat dat make we stand.
Turn dat noise, bring it down,
Soca wear de freedom crown.

Jump! (Jump!)
Wave! (Wave!)
Turn up! (Turn up!)
We doh behave! (Never!)
Hands high like blessing rain,
We free again, we free again!

This not what dem post online,
Dis de drum dat bend up time.
Not your rule, not your land,
Dis de beat dat make we stand.
Turn dat noise, bring it down,
Soca wear de freedom crown.

Dis not Soca (Soca Rap reload)

For ten days I'm in RELOAD mode, reworking all my creations from the past twenty days and transforming them into a different musical universe
The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

Dis not Soca (Soca Rap reload)

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