These youths, bwoys, dons are taking the scene, vibes, dancefloor by storm. From across the globe, their riddims, music, beats are blazin', pumpin', fire. Jedon, with his smooth flows, lyrical prowess, captivating voice, Mitch, the heartthrob, charmer, crowd favorite, and Meech, the hypeman, energetic force, undeniable presence, together they form

Within the labyrinthine trenches of our minds, reside fleeting echoes. These fragments of past experiences, though often incoherent, possess an uncanny ability to reverberate. Phantom moments from childhood can resurface with startling clarity, triggering a cascade of emotions both joyous. Entangling through our present consciousness, these

Dancehall a riddim wid one man on di throne, an dat a be none other dan Addi . Him music a pump through di streets, every corner, every fete. Di ting bout Kartel, him nah just a sing; him declarin' di truth bout life inna dancehall. Him lyrics so deep , dem touch yuh soul an mek yuh feel everything . Yu know yuh deh pon di right track when yu hear