Dis ya season dem a hot one, yuh see. Skeng pon di scene delivering fire, makin' di youth dance. Every song blasting, every verse a classic. Dem riddim so sick, it go straight to yuh soul. Di whole scene feelin' di vibes. From di streets, you hear dem voices echoin'. It seem everyweh glowin' with dis fever. But it ain't right. Dem vanished. Where