Standing tall

Crackle on the dial… static… tuning in…

This is the pirate wave… late night… from the tower block shadows…

Big up the massive if yuh locked on…

From the ends where the bass reign

We transmit the pain and the gain

Of frequencies that crack the pavement

Jungle fever in the basement

Amen loop spinning like a curse

Breakbeat soldiers, we disperse

Into the dance, into the dark

Where the real ones leave their mark

Rewind!

Selecta wheel it, feel the pressure build

Ragga chat fi di gyal dem, di bwoy dem get killed

By the flow, by the raw, by the soundclash law

Step correct or get left on the floor

Grime in the spit, 2-step in the feet

Hardcore till the daylight creep

Through the blinds of the warehouse rave

Where we used to misbehave

Back when it was free… no guestlist, no fee

Just sweat, bass and unity

Mi seh forward ever, backward never

Soundbwoy get buried, we do it forever

Pirate signal cutting through the fog

Dodging the feds on the rooftop job

High rise transmission, needle in the groove

Bass so heavy make the whole place move

Like the old days… late 90s bite

Early 00s fire still burning bright

In the chest of every junglist who

Remember when the scene was true

Big up!

You with the weak chat, step off the stage

This is warrior territory, we engage

Lyrical warfare, no rules apply

Raw aggression in the eye

Of the storm… the sub that vibrates

Your soul till it elevates

To the plane where only the true

Can stand the weight of the crew

Test if you want but you know the result

We don’t play… we insult

The fake, the commercial, the watered down

We keep the underground crown

Jump up if yuh feel the call

Drum and bass massive standing tall

From Bow to Brixton, Hackney to the ends

The sound system shaking the friends

Of the bass… the break… the chat

Old school pirate and that’s that

Sampling the past to flip the future

But the roots stay strong, the culture nurture

Every rewind, every wheel

Every soundboy who know the real

Forward!

The party don’t quit when the sun rise

We still in the dance with the red in our eyes

Energetic… aggressive… pure

No polish, no cure

For the fever that grip the dancefloor

Bodies skanking, begging for more

Of the riddim that roll like a wave on the shore

Crashing… smashing… demanding the war

Against the silence… against the tame

We the resistance… we speak the name

Of the underground… the forbidden sound

That keep the massive locked down

Crackle… fading… but the signal stay live…

Big up the junglist crew…

The garage skankers…

The grime soldiers…

The ragga soundbwoys…

We still here.

Rewind fi the massive.