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Lyrics:
Welcome to Doctor Satan echo chamber Now here it is Yeah, man, cah yuh know seh Don Gorgon a pass through it, a repass through it like a curfew Ayy, ayy
We a di best-best, be-be-be-be-best Eh, wick-wick, wi-wi-wickedest We a di best-best, be-be-be-be-best Eh, wick-wick, wi-wi-wickedest
Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di heat Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di heat Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di heat Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di heat
pon mi hip, mi come pon mi feet Diamond and a one of one, they look neat Gwaan, Daddy Freddy, rasta know yuh too sweet Raggamuffin DJ and mi a turn on di heat
Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di heat, boy Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di heat Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di heat Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di heat
Raggamuffin Daddy Freddy, rasta know mi too sweet Run, mi come and dance and mi a turn on di heat Ease up, just cool, mek di general speak Bwoy, yuh fi know mi guy pon di
Mister Tubby died today Struck down by a careless cliché Mister Hitman had to say it was an error He was aiming for the airplay Is there hope, ahead of our time? Brother, can you spare me a bassline? And you've got pubescent fainting When Van Gogh died before he sold a painting
Now time keeps on slipping And we're to blame The pioneers are starving in J.A
So we spied like a fly on the wall Deep within the halls of the And they know that it is poor But what the hell, it's going to get 'A' listed Now we've hit on 24 tracks Before the ink was dry upon the contracts There's a dream of Marx & Lenin Drowning in a sea of snow-washed denim
Now time keeps on slipping And we're to blame The pioneers are starving in J.A
Ah, turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di—, yeah Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di— Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di—, yeah Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di heat
Freddy, rasta know yuh too sweet Fred deh pon mi head, mi deh pon mi feet man a mi too neat inna dis
Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on the—, yeah Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on the— Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di heat, boy Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di heat
Mi a rude bwoy at home and a rude bwoy at street Just come from prison, last week It's raggamuffin, Jah know wi unique Raggamuffin DJ know mi haffi speak
Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di—, yeah Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di— Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di heat Turn on di heat, mi come fi turn on di heat
pon mi hip, pon mi feet Diamond , Jah Jah know it look neat raggamuffin, rasta know wi too sweet
Now time keeps on slipping (Slipping, slipping, slipping) (Slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping) The pioneers are starving (Starving, starving, starving) (Starving, starving, starving, starving, starving, starving, starving, starving, starving, starving)
Eh-eh, eh-eh, eh Eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh (Why) Open up the echo chamber
Eh, eh All rude bwoy, this ain't good, and fly girls stay good And yuh know seh wi pass through it like a volcano, bad
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