Oi… Turn that down, mate! Down? Nah… turn it UP. Bass inna di brick, make di whole wall shake, Neighbour vex vex, say di ceiling might break, Kick hit heavy, make di floorboard quake, One more tune and di whole road wake. Phone start ring, hear di siren outside, “Turn it down!” — but we step inside, Officer say, “You got nowhere to hide,” I said, “Officer… wait for di bassline.” Dem call di police — We call di reload. Lights flash red — Bassline explode. Three… two… one… NOISE COMPLAINT! BASSLINE — BITE! NOISE COMPLAINT! LOCK IT — RIGHT! NOISE COMPLAINT! Shake di whole estate — NOISE! NOISE! COMPLAINT! Wall dem tremble when di low-end roll, Window start rattle, but we lose control, Neighbour downstairs say, “Man, save your soul,” But di bassline got a mind of its own. Door get knock, but di rhythm don’t stop, Whole damn building bouncing off the drop, They want silence — we give dem shock, One more reload and we mash up di block. Dem call di police — We call di reload. Lights flash red — Bassline explode. Three… two… one… NOISE COMPLAINT! BASSLINE — BITE! NOISE COMPLAINT! LOCK IT — RIGHT! NOISE COMPLAINT! Shake di whole estate — NOISE! NOISE! COMPLAINT! “Last warning!” … Nah. One more tune.
