Sellekta

Intro

Crackle on the dial...

Underground garage pirate calling from the ends...

Selecta got the 2-step cuts ready...

Mandem and gyal dem, lock in...

Verse

Friday night in the ends, mandem linking up proper

Heard the pirate signal cutting through the tower block static

2-step riddim skipping light but the bass still hit hot

Jumped in the whip, windows down, feeling the plot

Gyal dem on the corner looking peng in their garms

We roll up to the session, already clocking the alarms

Of the bassbins shaking from the makeshift dancefloor

Bare heads inside already skanking, giving it more

Than just a night out, this was the real release

From the week that tried to bury us, now we breathe

Bwoy at the back chatting bare shit, acting all bold

Mandem clocked him quick, told him hold the noise

Selecta pulled the tune, wheel it up, bury that sound

Gyal dem skanking smooth with the lean and the dip

2-step groove got the whole place on a trip

Story unfolding as the riddim switch from light to dark

Aggressive chat rising when the pressure start to spark

But the party stay live under the pirate skies

Old school garage storytelling straight from the heart

Where the skippy beats roll and the bass never die

We came for the vibe, stayed for the high

Of the night that felt endless in the best way

Mandem and gyal dem moving till the early day

Selecta kept the pressure, never let it drop

This was our story, this was our spot

Chorus

Rewind! (rewind)

Pull it up selecta! (pull it up)

Wheel that 2-step again!

Energetic massive skanking through the pain

Of the week that tried to hold us in chains

Underground garage, we break the frame

Rewind! (rewind)

Pull it up selecta! (pull it up)

Wheel that skip again!

London ends massive, feel the gain

This is our story, this is our reign

Rewind! (rewind)

Silent section (music only)