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🔥 Bass, Vibes & Upliftment – Dub, Dancehall & Ragga Essentials 🎶

From deep roots to street anthems, this playlist brings the full fire. Heavy riddims, echoing dubs, and dancehall bangers that move waistlines and minds. Feel the pulse of the island — smoke in the air, speakers shaking, and lyrics sharp like cutlass. Whether you're skanking slow or jumping high: press play and let the riddim ride. 🇯🇲💥🎤

Dub & Ragga Playlist [Jamaica]

🔥 All killer, no filler.
The biggest tracks. The hottest songs. Non-stop hits.
Whether you're working, driving, or dancing, these are the songs everyone’s talking about.

Top Hits Only — play loud, skip nothing.

Top Hits Only

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WRRONG TRACKS Vol 2 [ERRORR]

Ruback - The World That You Know [ERRORR]

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► Be Free Recordings ♫
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▼ Erly Tepshi ♫
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Release Date: 26 July, 2024
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Pure Instinct

PREMIERE: Erly Tepshi - Pure Instinct [Be Free Recordings]

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►Mango Alley ♫
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▼ Redspace ♫
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Release 25 July 2024
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PREMIERE: Andres Moris - Crusher (Redspace Remix) [Mango Alley]

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► Inluk ♫
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Release Date: 26 July, 2024
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Method

PREMIERE: Inluk - Method (Original Mix) [Terranova]

It’s 10:04, I checked the clock again,
One hand moves, while I remain.
Empty chairs and silver spoons,
Muted echoes in this quiet saloon.
The tiles still smell of yesterday’s bread,
But no one’s here, just me instead.
An older woman gave this glass,
Coca Cola fizzing like the past.
She vanished to the desk again,
One eye watching like I might offend.

Every tick is mercyless,
This hour won’t stop to care or guess.
I’m the only soul at this morning show,
Sipping silence, letting go.

And I sip on my cola drink — let my thoughts sink —
Why am I feeling sad, and what is this life about?
How to find out? How to find out?
And I sip on my cola drink — as the minutes blink —
Will this moment matter, or will it just burn out?
How to find out? How to find out?

The labels are in a foreign script,
And I can’t ask what I’ve just sipped.
The floor is clean, the light is soft,
Yet something heavy won’t come off.
Behind the glass, she checks the phone,
I wonder if she feels alone.
I think of all the things I’ve lost,
And how each joy has had its cost.
This taste, this place, this quiet bar,
Will fade like faces in a passing car.

No trumpet sounds, no final clue,
Just time that swallows me and you.
Each weekday morning looks the same,
But none of them will get a name.

And I sip on my cola drink — let my thoughts sink —
Why am I feeling sad, and what is this life about?
How to find out? How to find out?
And I sip on my cola drink — as the minutes blink —
Will this moment matter, or will it just burn out?
How to find out? How to find out?

9:00 was a second ago,
11:00 is breathing down my neck.
Days fold like napkins,
Weeks vanish like steam.
And one day, this room will be dust,
And I won’t even know what I forgot.

And I sip on my cola drink — let my thoughts sink —
Why am I feeling sad, and what is this life about?
How to find out? How to find out?
And I sip on my cola drink — as the world shrinks —
No one will remember, not even me — no doubt.
How to find out? How to find out?

Coca Cola

Midnight on the dashboard glow
Empty streets, nowhere to go
Heart’s a map with no clear sign
Just the hum of tires and wasted time
Pulled to the curb where memories burn
A flash of heat, a cold return
Sky breaks open, crying loud
Heavy drops like a ghosted crowd

And the radio bleeds, just my luck
Tony’s voice like a haunting touch
"Another sad love song"... oh God—
Right when I thought I’d had enough

Rain on the roof — boom boom boom
Tears in the beat — doom doom doom
Sad love song — all too soon
Can't dance this feeling out the room

Windows fog like breath on glass
Clock hands tick but never pass
Thought I was numb, but I still feel
Every chorus cutting real
Echoes echo what I hide
Lonely's louder from inside
The night’s a mirror, cracked and wide
I’m just the shadow in the driver's side

And the world don’t pause, it spins and stings
While the saddest song just softly rings
She’s gone, I’m here, and this heart sings—
But only in minor keys

Rain on the roof — boom boom boom
Tears in the beat — doom doom doom
Sad love song — all too soon
Can't dance this feeling out the room

I didn’t ask the sky to weep
Didn’t ask the song to cut so deep
But here I am, a broken beat
In a world that won’t skip, won’t repeat

Rain on the roof — boom boom boom
Tears in the beat — doom doom doom
Sad love song — all too soon
Can't dance this feeling out the room

Another Sad Jazz Song

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)

We were kings...
chlorine kings...
sunburnt crown, barefoot sound...
youth gang echo in the deep...

Chlorine dreamin'
Half past ten
No plan again—again—again...
Diving board soldiers
Fifteen bold
One hand hold
One heart cold
Looked like love—
Sound like chain
She ran the game—
He felt the pain

Splash gone dramaaaa
Joke turn traumaaaa
Where were youuuu...
He ain't playin' no ball now
[Chorus – spacious, hypnotic drop]
🎵 Oooh... young an’ free... (free... free...)
But trapped, you see... (you see... see...)
She lock him down—emotionallyyyyy
Cannonball gone, midnight call gone...
We miss di bro, he miss it all...
No-no-no-no—oh no no no!
Sixteen, bredren—why so low?
Youth is fire, not chain and woe... 🎵

She bring snack—she bring stress
Soft command in summer dress
He nod, we laugh,
She frown, we run
Ice cream melt
Friendship felt
He walk cloud
We scream loud

Phone in hand...
Exile land...
She say “No fun”
He understand...

🎵 Oooh... young and freeeee...
But he can’t flee...
No poolside chip... no sunset dip...
Only sulky drip, drip, drip...
Na-na-na-na... where did he go?
Oh no no noooo... no show... no glow... 🎵

Youth—unclaimed
Wild—untamed
Why get trained...
for life you already chained?
Dub delay fi dat.
Slack the grip.
Let the cannonball flip.
No ring, no rule, no drip.
[Outro – reverb meltdown]
He kissed her slow...
We flip the show...
She called again...
We let him go...
🎵 A love too soon... a pool gone grey...
He aged a decade... in one sunray... 🎵

Young and Free (Dub Version)

Mmm…
Alarm clock blinkin’… tea go cold…
K, sharp like silver, bold…
Yeh… she dreamin’…

Same ol’ cup, same ol’ day,
Whispers come, then fade away.
She write her name… first letter say:
K… K… drift away…

Man she lost, town she seek,
Thread was deep… in her sleep.
She never know—
Now the letter glow…

Written pon the wall…
Every K she can’t recall…
Love gone... place gone...
Even di son…

🎶 Hey hey hey… lend me a K (lend me a K… eh-eh-eh…)
Ev’ryting I love just walk away…
Code I miss, game I play…
All dem K’s still fade to grey…

From di man I lost to di child I raise,
Cat on di bed, mist in di haze,
Too many K’s in every way—
But none o’ dem beg me to stay… 🎶

Room so quiet, cat go purr,
Kira watch with ancient blur…
Eyes like spell, eyes like well—
She know di K… she never tell.

Boy asleep, he call her name—
Start with K… always same.
Another sign, another sound,
Letters circle, spin around…

K fi Katze… K fi pain…
K fi dreams we lose again…
Round and round and round again…

🎶 Hey! (Hey!) Lend me a K (lend me a K!)
Word I need just float away…
Alphabet won’t let me stay…
From kiss I missed to town I crave…
Each K a road I never brave…
Too many K’s… still not okay…
But mi still… still dance anyway… 🎶

K in love… love… love…
K in fate… fate… fate…
K in di cat… cat… cat…
K in the names I imitate…

🎶 Hey hey hey… lend me a K!
One I can hold and not betray…
Maybe one day, dem K’s will say…
This is your path… your light… your way…

Man, cat, boy, and town—
Floatin’ high, don’t touchin’ ground.
Come what may… come what may…
K is di key… or just… delay… 🎶

Lend Me a K (Dub Version)

Train a-rollin’… rollin’… gone.
You left me in silence… silence… silence…

Choo! Choo! — Train is ridin’...
(Ridin’… ridin’…)
Passengers — keep on hidin’...
(Hide… hide…)
Left me — no goodbye...
(Why… why…)
No word. No face. No reason why.

Choo! Choo! — Through mi chest…
(Through… through… chest…)
Silence cut — no rest, no rest.
(Rest… no rest… no rest…)
Neon ghosts — in riddim light,
Dancin’ in mi soul tonight…

Mi nah miss you —
Mi miss the light.
The way the world did feel so right.

Rush of love, gone too soon —
You disappear like midnight moon.

Slipped away... dew on leaf —
Mi memory still thief mi peace.

Every riddim, every drop —
Bring you back. Mi cyaan stop.

(Blade with velvet guts... echo on loop)
(Tear in the dark... dark... dark...)

Choo! Choo! — Train is glidin’...
(Gone… gone… gone…)
No goodbye… just the ridin’.
Steam through heart — cold and bright,
You left your ghost — and took the light.

You think of me when kettle cry?
Steam rise up and memory fly?

You happy now, or feel mi weight?
You gone ahead — but mi still wait.

New smile here, new face near —
But dem cyaan reach mi atmosphere.

Not beggin’ you to come again —
Just want di feel...
before di pain.

"Life... is a train ride."
(Ride... ride...)
"Some sit close. Some vanish wide."
(Gone... gone...)
"Some wave from far, and some...
never real at all."
(Never real… real… real…)

Choo! Choo! — heart still beatin’,
Riddim deep — soul repeatin’.
No goodbye — no destination,
You gone — just vibration.

Choo! Choo! — sound still plays,
Ghosts still whine in smoky haze.
Choo! Choo!... train inside,
Mi ride alone...
till pain subside.

(...subside...side...ride...)

Choo! Choo! (Dub Version)

Freeze it… freeze it…
That sky, that eye… that moment high…

Sometimes I wish—hold up the sky,
One sweet second—look in your eye.
Velvet sleep, a breath so deep,
Heartbeat slow in the roots that creep.

Other times—rush and blur,
Skip the ache, the hush, the slur.
Fast-forward through the smoke of night,
Chasin’ light, not holdin’ tight…

(Stop… go… slow it down…)
(Feel the riddim… spin the sound…)
(Life nah straight, it twine and wind—)
(Fast-forward… rewind…)

What if joy… hide in shade,
Soft like wind, like love mislaid?
Would we see, or miss the gold,
For rushin’ past what life unfold?

Skip the pain—miss the bloom,
Love grow quiet in the monsoon.
Whispers hide in riddim noise,
Silver thread… secret choice.

If ease was all… would we dance?
Or drift blind in half-trance?
It’s the low that lift the high,
Moon need dark to paint the sky.

(Stop… go… slow it down…)
(Catch the riddim… spin around…)
(Nah just rush, or rewind blind—)
(Fast-forward… rewind…)

Let the tape spin… shadows play,
Cracks bring light… let the groove sway.
Magic breathes where the beat don’t speak—
In the hush… in the peak.

(Stop… go… slow it down…)
(Feel the dub… feel the sound…)
(Fast-forward… rewind…)
(Fast-forward… rewind…)

Fast-Forward, Rewind (Dub Version)

Tick... tick...
Clock hit noon —
Lunchroom... tomb...
Buzz in the air like doom...
Pork an’ bread, clingfilm wrap —
No flavor... just one slap.
No label... no name...
Every day... feel the same...

Steel shelf behind I,
Concrete inna I head,
Black bread, dry pork,
Dreams already dead...
I take me seat like a bard in chains,
Look pon de plate — feel no gains.
Cold slice, no vibe, no spark...
Mi kingdom... for a condiment mark.

🎤 But ohhhh…
What dat light mi see?
Shining gold... across de sea...
A tube — mighty, wild or mild,
Strong in taste… mercy child!
🎤 [echo: child… child…]

🎶 Can I borrow… your mustard? (Yeah, mon… just a squeeze)
Just a flame fi de pork, make it breathe.
Mi no teef — mi just a man,
Chasin’ tang where'er I can. 🎶
🎶 Lend I a squirt, just a little taste,
Fi turn mi sorrow into sweet paste.
Return de tube? Maybe, mi brudda…
But flavor like dat? Mi cyaan find anuddah. 🎶

Scan de table like radar pan sea,
Condiment hunt, desperate plea.
Soul like fog, eyes like scan,
Mi just a hungry… mustard man.
And dere it is — tube bent, used,
Worn label… life abused.
Still mi ask with quiet prayer:
“Spare a drop, if yuh dare…”

The last drop — gone, no trace,
Yet mi play it cool… with humble face.
No shame — just lore an’ style,
Fi a little blaze on dis lunchroom mile.

🎶 Could I borrow… your mustard, mi king?
One likkle squeeze fi flavor swing.
Mi bring no jar, mi bring no crown—
But mi bring a frown… dat need melt down. 🎶
🎶 Fi real, mi nah judge, mi nah fuss,
Mi just a man… dat borrows too much.
So pass di tube — no pride, no hate,
Mi only want… to elevate. 🎶

Plastic meal, plastic fate...
Bread like sorrow... pork won’t wait.
Life in clingfilm, sealed an’ sad,
Borrowed bliss… all I ever had.
You laugh? You mock mi plan?
But in dat mustard — mi feel like man.
A yellow stream, a dubby beam...
One drop... mi lunchtime dream.

🎶 Can I borrow... your mustard, one last dance?
Let mi soul taste... sweet romance.
One final burst… before mi go,
Back to chain... and work below. 🎶
🎶 You see mi there... eyes full of crust,
No gold, no fame — just flavor lust.
So if mi beg… with hungry trust...
You know mi heart… lend mi your must. 🎶

*(Mustard… is di sweat of gods…)
(Fi it… mi would sin…)
(Lunch break done. Back to Babylon...)
(Tick… Tick… Tick…)
[deep dub echo trailing off]

The Mustard Moocher (Dub Version)

No chase, no games, I’m done with that
Heart on chill, I like where I’m at
Dim the lights, pour the wine
If it’s real, it comes in time

No texts, no double taps
No decoding love from zodiac apps
I’m not lost, I’m just free
If you want me, you know where I’ll be

I won’t beg, I won’t plead
Don’t need love on dirty knees
If it burns, let it fade
I’m not here to be remade

🔥 You can’t force love — it don’t obey
It don’t arrive ‘cause you begged it to stay
I’m at home, looking fine, feeling lit
If you want me, baby, come commit!
I’ll open the door — no push, no shove
Come correct if you call it love 🔥

I dance alone in my own glow
Don’t need a plus-one to steal the show
No more wishes on falling stars
Just good music and unlocked hearts

Yeah I’m rare, like Friday night peace
Don’t mistake silence for a heart on lease
I’m not hiding, I’m just high
On life, on vibes, on my own supply

🔥 You can’t force love — it don’t obey
It don’t arrive ‘cause you begged it to stay
I’m at home, looking fine, feeling lit
If you want me, baby, come commit!
I’ll open the door — no push, no shove
Come correct if you call it love 🔥

Can't Force Love (Deep House Version)

I opened the door — did I even think?
Of stories carved in every link?
Or was I just cold, or tired, or numb,
Dreaming of silence, a bed to succumb?
A nice old carpet, soft and proud,
Long halls where whispers aren’t too loud.
Each door I passed could hold a tale,
But only silence marked the trail.

No footsteps, no voices, no clinking plates,
Just time standing still behind the gates.
Born in peace, yet built on ash —
You breathed in slow, with quiet flash.

🎶 1922 — and winter’s at the door,
He doesn’t knock, he’s heard before.
With leaves still clinging, cold and thin,
And something strange beneath the skin.
1922 — I felt your spine,
Old wooden bones in fading shine.
I came for sleep, I stayed for lore —
1922, with winter at the door. 🎶

Rapallo ink still wet with trust,
And Walther fell into the dust.
Insulin saved, the Irish cried,
While quiet hands built you with pride.
Mussolini rose, raw goods ran dry,
But still you reached toward the sky.
Brick by brick, you took your stand,
A shelter shaped by human hand.

What did I want? A pillow, a prayer?
Just steam on glass and cleaner air?
But I found a century dressed in dust,
And walls that whisper: “feel, don’t trust.”

🎶 1922 — and winter’s at the door,
He waits like he has waited before.
A suitcase packed with frost and light,
And stories hidden from the night.
1922 — you held me tight,
Through autumn’s end and morning white.
And when I left, I knew much more —
1922, with winter at the door. 🎶

It was a sunny morning. But cold.
He stood there.
Winter.
Not unkind. Not loud.
With surprises in his bag.
But spring came,
and one by one...
they melted.
And in the summer… they were gone.

1922 (Deep House Version)

I was there...
Vienna. Nußwaldgasse.
A small room, a narrow bed,
and silence — so thick you’d choke if you tried to breathe it.
Dust floated like memories refusing to settle.
And in the center of it all:
Karl Pekarna.
Not broken. Just… slowed.
But his eyes — they still moved like keepers do.
Fast. Sharp. Remembering everything.

He flew once — high and far,
From Vienna to Glasgow, chasing a star.
First football legionnaire from the European mainland,
A goalkeeper of steel with velvet hands.
They called my name in foreign tongues,
Between the chants, between the drums.
I caught the world in leather palms,
And held the line with quiet psalms.

🎵 Over the lines, through wind and rain,
First from the mainland, crossing the lane.
The football legionnaire, blazing the way,
But glory fades — and skies turn gray.
They cheered my name, they wrote it in gold,
Now I grow quiet, now I grow old.
Still I breathe, still I burn,
Still I wait for one return...
Still I wait... 🎵

Some came to visit, from Vienna, the Sportclub…
Even boys too young to have seen me play.
They remembered.
But not Slovan.
I gave them my last match. They gave me nothing.
Still —
I smiled.
Because the game gave me more than it took.
Most days.

My right leg walks. My left hand won’t.
But my eyes still scan the pitch, still count.
The war came late, the bombs came loud,
And I sat through it all, proud in the crowd.

🎵 Over the lines, through wind and rain,
First from the mainland, crossing the lane.
The football legionnaire, blazing the way,
But glory fades — and skies turn gray.
They cheered my name, they wrote it in gold,
Now I grow quiet, now I grow old.
Still I breathe, still I burn,
Still I wait for one return...
Still I wait... 🎵

When winter came, it took its toll,
No fire, no food, no healing soul.
He sat alone in war-torn stone,
A king without a crown, a house, a throne.
On January’s twenty-third, the silence won —
And Karl went out like a setting sun.
Not with thunder, not with light,
But like a keeper in the fading night.

🎵 Still I breathe, still I burn,
Still I wait for one return...
Still I wait... 🎵

Karl Pekarna (Deep House)

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Next Man in Line (Ragga Version)

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