I′m in the clash with my crew

Eglinton Avenue

Yeah, they got one gun inBut we got in two

I bet If you knew what I knew

Yeah, you'd have yours in too

Because It′s murder tonight

If your sound don't play right

I'm in the back, Ringo′s strapped

They never searched his knapsack

Now he′s got something special

For that talking parrot

Champagne for my boys

With their toys that make noise

And the badman dem inna di corner

Smoking marijuana

My dubs dangerous like lead

Come clash, your sound dead

Whether bald head or dread

Selecta lose dem head

Get my wizzla for my Sizzla

They can't play Tenor Saw

My emcee, he just told you fi guh

Just play me some Chronixx

And some Bounty and some Beenie

Some Beres and some Buju

Play me Barrington Levy

They can′t play Garnett

Dem sound didn't even start yet

Nicodemus, Baby Wayne

Dem sound wasn′t even born yet

They can't play Early B

Nitty Gritty, Gregory

Dennis Brown or Barry Brown

Their sound was not around

The base, the mids

The treble and the highs

We′ve got dub plates

Anthems, specials, forty-fives

The place, the vibes

We hunting for the prize

Aiming for the skies

Cause your sound is gonna die

It's gonna be a slaughter

They're not playing like they ought to

Just boo the selector

That mic talker′s an infarma

Please don′t touch my controller

I don't wanna catch Corona

When I clash you, I will scold ya

Didn′t listen, I told you

I can friend you then I'll foe you

I don′t wanna get to know you

Got some dubs that I could loan you

You still bawling when I phone you

In every situation,

Whether African or Asian

Could be coolie or caucasian

I rise to the occasion

I'm a sound clash addict

I clash all night, all day

If the money′s right

Let's clash tonight

So gimme that trophy and pay

The base, the mids

The treble and the highs

We've got dub plates

Anthems, specials, forty-fives

The place, the vibes

We hunting for the prize

Aiming for the skies

Cause your sound is gonna die

My dubs winning

My anthem spinning

Tune-fi-tune thrilling

My sound is killing

I′m a sound clash villain

But wait, stop, ring the bell

They just played back

Their own fake Vybz Kartel

So get the coffin for that sound

And send them home in a box

Get the trophy for my boys

They played solid like a rock

Their sound was playing stuckie

When things was getting mucky

Now my sound turn your sound

Into a clash sound duppy

Next week we fly out

Kill sound in a farin

I′m addicted to sound clash

Gotta take that war in