Di dancehall scene a blaze up again, bredda! Skeng and Tommy Lee been sparkin' up di diss season with some mad fire riddims. Dem nah hold back, man, dem throwin' straight shots like it a basketball game. Yuh haffi wonder who win dis one cause both a dem soundin' sick and hungry fi blood. Di fans dem a go crazy over dis beef, and it jus' gettin'

Dis ya season dem a hot one, yuh see. Dem pon di scene delivering fire, makin' di fans dance. Every song pumpin', every verse a banger. Dem riddim so sick, it go straight to yuh bones. Di whole place feelin' di vibes. From di corners, you hear dem songs echoin'. It feel everyweh glowin' with dis heatwave. But it ain't right. Dem gone. Where dem go