(Intro)
Yo, listen up, this the real talk, no disguise,
From the heart of Jamaica where the struggle rise.
Dirty streets, yeah, they call it that, no lie,
But behind the grime, there’s a fire that never die.
(Verse 1)
Kingston blocks where the hustle never sleep,
Gully side stories runnin' deep, no cheap.
Dem seh it’s dirty, but we clean up the pride,
From Trenchtown riddims to di dancehall vibe.
Nuh just hood, it’s a place wit’ soul and grit,
Where every yard have a story, every youth got wit.
From di corner cyphers to the street-side jams,
We turn pain to power, built wit’ blood and plans.
(Hook - Catchy Chorus)
Jamaica hood, yeah, they call it dirty,
But we rise up strong, never ever flirty.
From di block to di stage, hear the rhythm and wordy,
We grind, we shine, inna di hood, we sturdy.
Jamaica hood, from the dirt to glory,
Every struggle a verse inna our story.
Call it dirty, call it hood, but it’s our territory,
We kings and queens, never lose our territory.
(Verse 2)
See di youth dem rise like di morning sun,
From di ghetto lanes to di battles won.
Call it hood, call it grime, but we paint di scene,
With culture rich, roots deep, and dreams so clean.
Big up di selectors spinning reggae and rap,
Mi people hustle hard, never take no nap.
From di chalice to di cypher, we keep it real,
Every verse spit sharp like a cut of steel.
(Bridge - Fast Flow Breakdown)
Yo, from di gully to di hills, hear the call,
Jamaica hood chronicles, we stand tall.
Dirty streets, yeah, but we clean inna mind,
Unity and strength, di ties that bind.
Call and response, let me hear you say,
"Jamaica hood, we here to stay!"
(Call and Response)
Artist: Jamaica hood, we rise!
Crowd: We rise!
Artist: Dirty streets but clean prize!
Crowd: Clean prize!
Artist: From di block to di skies!
Crowd: To di skies!
(Verse 3)
Dem seh the hood rough, but di heart pure gold,
Inna every struggle, a new story told.
From di rum shops to di market stalls,
Jamaica hood spirit, it never falls.
Likkle more than just a place misunderstood,
It’s a vibrant culture, strong and good.
So next time yuh talk, mek sure yuh know,
Jamaica hood’s a fire, forever glow.
(Hook - Catchy Chorus)
Jamaica hood, yeah, they call it dirty,
But we rise up strong, never ever flirty.
From di block to di stage, hear the rhythm and wordy,
We grind, we shine, inna di hood, we sturdy.
Jamaica hood, from the dirt to glory,
Every struggle a verse inna our story.
Call it dirty, call it hood, but it’s our territory,
We kings and queens, never lose our territory.
(Outro)
So when dem seh Jamaica dirty and hood,
Rememba di spirit, the fire, the good.
From di depths of struggle, we create art,
Jamaica hood chronicles, straight from di heart.
(Spoken)
Respect to di real ones holdin’ it down,
Inna di dirty streets, di jewel of di crown.
We rise, we grind, we hustle and flow,
Jamaica hood — more than what dem know.
Yeah, Island roots, urban truths, hip-hop vibes, one love.
