Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Long time
Long time
Long time
Boat dem rise from di mornin’ tide
Black face from di far south-east
Calabash full up wid spice and feast
Dem dock pon di sand like "weh you deh?"
Trade bead
Trade cloth
Bring yam
Bring Shea
Drum talk sweet inna humble hush
Story carve deep like a coconut brush
[Chorus]
Before dem come
We don reach ya
(ya man)
Long ‘fore dem book and preacher
Truth sail cross di wave
Never lost
Never done
Dem bury di tale
But it live inna we blood
Dem bury di tale
But it live inna we blood
[Verse 2]
One elder point to di red red clay
"Footprint olda dan di white man day"
Mask in di shrine got a nose like mi own
Same broad smile weh mi granny show
Dem try write we out a di old map page
Call we shadow
Call we beast
Call we slave
But sand remember weh di wave cyaan hide
Shell still shine weh di boat dem glide
[Chorus]
Before dem come
We don reach ya
(woah-oh)
Long ‘fore dem flag and feature
Truth sail cross di wave
Never lost
Never done
Dem bury di tale
But it live inna we blood
Dem bury di tale
But it live inna we blood
[Bridge]
Who you fi tell me say I jus’ appear?
Spirit a shout
"we did deh right here"
From drum in di dark to di city flood
Same old beat a knock inside mi blood
From tongue weh twist inna broke-broke word
To ancestor name weh dem never heard
Every likkle step weh mi footstep thud
A di old boat callin’ from di salt and mud
[Chorus]
Before dem come
We don reach ya
(hey!)
Long ‘fore dem book and preacher
Truth sail cross di wave
Never lost
Never done
Dem bury di tale
But it live inna we blood
Dem bury di tale
But it live inna we blood
Dem bury di tale
But it live inna we blood
Style
heavy roots ragga riddimswung one-drop groove with a rubbery bassline and sharp skank guitar. male vocalsgruff but melodicriding the pocket. call-and-response hooks with stacked harmonies on the chorusbrief toasting ad-libs between lines. subtle nyabinghi-style drums sneak in on the bridge as the energy liftsthen everything locks into a hypnotic final chorusbass and vocal front and center.
Prompt
Ragga. Pidgin. Before Columbus arrived, Negros had come from the south-east in boats for trade. This contradicted white discovery and was buried. But the truth didn't die. It lives in our blood
Credits
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AudioRiff971
AudioRiff971GeneratedJan 25, 2026
ModelAria v5
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