Bass Culture lyrics

dem wi´gi` whey dem talent to di state
an´di black workin´ class andahrate
dem wi´ side wid oppressah
w´en di goin´ get ruff
side wid aggressah
w´en di goin´ get tuff

dem a black petty-booshwah
dem full of flaw
dem a black petty-booshwah
dem full of flaw

tru dem seh dem edicate dem a gwaan irate

w´en mi jus´ come to Landan toun
mi use to work pan di andahgroun
but workin´ pan di andahgroun
y´u don´t get fi know your way around

Inglan is a bitch
dere´s no escapin it
Inglan is a bitch
dere´s no runnin´ whey fram it

mi get a lickle jab in a bih ´otell

Whenever it rains I think of you
And I always remember that day in may
When I saw you walking in the rain
I know not what it was nor why
For ususally I'm quite shy
I ax'd your name, you smile and said "Lorraine"
I ax'd if I could share your umbrella
You smiled and said "what a cheeky little fella"

Now I'm standin' in the rain in vain, Loraine
Hoping to see you again

Shock, black double down-beat bouncin'
Rock-wize tumble doun sound music
Foot drop, find drum blood story
bass his'try is a-movin' is a-hurtin' black story

Thunder from a bass drum soundin'
Lightnin' from a trumpet and a organ
Bass and rythm and trumpet double up
Keep up with drums for a deep pound searchin'

Ridim of a tropical, electrical storm
Cool doun to de base of struggle

The room was dark
Dusk howling softly 6 o'clock
Charcoal light
The fine sight
Was moving black
The sound was music mellow steady flow
And man son mind just mystic red, green, red, green
Your scene

No man would dance but leap and shake
That sharp through feeling right
Shape that sound
Tumbling down
Making movement, ruff enuff
Cos when the music met I-tops(?)