Dancehall Soldier (feat. Beenie Man)

Oh na, na, na

Representing Yellow Claw

I'm a dancehall soldier marchin' into war

Rebel with one purpose from birth, that's who we are

The sound is universal, so we wave beyond the stars

Uniting people around the world wether if they're near or far

Hands in the air if you're ready to party

Ready to party, ready to party

Hands in the air if you're ready to party

Ready to party

Wether you're white or wether you're black

I'ma bring the fun to the nicest spot

One thing my fans they know for a fact

Pattern and style and flow are me lock

This is the dancehall king on the track

Stand up inna this like Gibraltar Rock

Cream of the crop, king of the pack

Standin' the test of time like clock

Music it hit, you feel no pain

Lyrics I spit stimulate your brain

And not just for the money, not just for the fame

When music evolve, me adjust the game

Heights when me reach are not easy gain

All over the world they call me name

My fans they share me joy and pain

Motivate me to maintain

Hands in the air if you're ready to party

Ready to party, ready to party

Hands in the air if you're ready to party

Ready to party