Dis yah weekend a go be lit, so yuh betta prep ya self. We talkin' 'bout flauntin' dem skin like never before. Ain't nobody wanna be left behind when di sun is shinin'. Yuh need to get ya tan on. We talkin' 'bout a golden brown glow dat can make heads turn. Don't forget, protection is key. Yuh need to slather on some sunscreen so yuh skin can stay

From the heart of Jamaica come sounds that shake ya to your core. Yo be talkin' about an revolution, a sonic storm sweepin' through crowds. The Reggae Rumble ain't just music, it's a state of mind. It's the spirit of Jamaica, rockin' through your soul. Tune in to the fire of recorded tracks that will move your feet to another dimension

Dis ya era dem a hot one, yuh see. Tommy Lee Sparta pon di scene bringing heat, makin' di crowds move. Every song blasting, every verse a hit. Dem flow so sick, it go straight to yuh bones. Di whole scene feelin' di vibes. From di corners, you hear dem songs echoin'. It seem everyweh burning with dis blaze. But somethin' ain't right. Dem vanished.