Verse 1)
Fresh fade, white tee, creased up, ready to go
Hear the riddim drop, man, mi body start to flow
Step pon di scene, eyes lookin' all around
Waitin' for that bass to make the ground vibrate and pound.
See the circle open, know it's time to perform
Gyal dem lookin' sharp, keepin' di whole place warm.
Mi mind a blank slate, only di music I hear
E'ry single step we planned throughout the year.
(Pre-Chorus)
No practice room needed, we learn it in di street
From di corner shop speaker to di heavy dance floor heat.
A different style for every single beat.
Listen! Di drum pattern, di energy, it cyah be beat!
(Chorus)
Dancehall Glory! Yeah, we a bruk it down!
Winin' up, rollin' out, best dancers in town!
From the Dutty Wine to the Gully Creepa stride,
Feel the bass inna yuh chest, nuh time fi run and hide!
Dancehall Glory! Show dem we got di grace,
Watch the footwork lightning movin' all over di place.
It's more than a rhythm, it's the culture we uphold,
Every single move a story to be told!
(Verse 2)
Mi see di beat switch, from slow groove to fast pace
Time fi drop the newest steps and pick up di pace.
Bogle left, Wackie Chong right, a continuous stream,
We make di impossible movements look like a dream.
See a bredda lock off, Signal the Plane, hands high,
Gyal dem droppin' low, watchin' dem hips fly by.
No hesitation, just pure instinct in the flow,
We are the artists, di floor is where di canvas grow.
(Pre-Chorus)
No practice room needed, we learn it in di street
From di corner shop speaker to di heavy dance floor heat.
A different style for every single beat.
Listen! Di drum pattern, di energy, it cyah be beat!
(Chorus)
Dancehall Glory! Yeah, we a bruk it down!
Winin' up, rollin' out, best dancers in town!
From the Dutty Wine to the Gully Creepa stride,
Feel the bass inna yuh chest, nuh time fi run and hide!
Dancehall Glory! Show dem we got di grace,
Watch the footwork lightning movin' all over di place.
It's more than a rhythm, it's the culture we uphold,
Every single move a story to be told!
(Bridge - Beat softens slightly, focuses on rhythm)
Selector! Give we a little break, a little chance to breathe,
But the fire in mi heart, it will never concede.
Watch the coordination, the timing, the sync,
One body, one mind, one glorious link!
You see di sweat drippin', but we cannot slow down,
We are the heart of the action, the kings of this town!
(Outro - Beat comes back heavy and fades out with ad-libs)
Harmonycedric
