KINGSTONLOGIC 2​.​0 ALBUM

by TERRY LYNN

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"One of the most exciting debuts heard in ages."
(The Sunday Times UK)

"Lynn is the only person other than Grace Jones right now who we can imagine carrying off that immortal line 'this is my voice, my weapon of choice' "
(TIME OUT London)

"Chuck D called Public Enemy 'Black CNN'... this is Jamaican CNN"
(The Guardian UK)

"Stark, merciless electronic beats and noises ricochet like gunshots."
(The New York Times)

"...what a blend of compelling fresh riddims and insightful lyricism"
(IDJ Magazine UK)

"Terry Lynn has breathed new life into reggae and updated it for the 21st century"
(DJ Mag UK)

"Terry di craziest ting outta yaad —after me, Major Lazer."
(Major Lazer in Complex Magazine)

"Might be the strongest release this year."
(Discobelle)

"Feel the difference biatch!" 9/10 Album of the month."
(VICE Magazine)

"This is reveting, polemical stuff."
(MOJO Magazine)

"Touched by the hand of God."
(Spex Magazine)

"Spin Magazine's Top Videos of 2008 - #12"
(The System - Terry Lynn)

"A buzz-bomb electro-rap debut"
(Spin Magazine)

Kingston’s Waterhouse has long been a breeding ground for top-notch Jamaican talent, but it’s never produced anyone quite like Terry Lynn."
****/5 Staff Pick (XLR8TR)

"Hard…Arresting…Not to be overlooked."
(Montreal Mirror)

"This is more than a well-crafted album from the Jamaican underground; it's a portrait of denizens from an unjust society that aim to break free of the dance-hall norm and enact change."
(CMJ)

"FOR THOSE ABOUT TO ROCK. WE SALUTE YOU!"
(Rap DE)

"It’s earnest but cool, which is tricky to pull off — and the fact that it’s such a cohesive record is even more impressive."
****/5 (EYE Weekly)

"Synthesizing new-millennium dancehall, electronica, dub reggae and American rap with a hardcore yardie sensibility, Terry Lynn is no joke."
****/5 (NOW Magazine)

"The music is great, but not so overpowering that it drowns out the message. Terry Lynn is going to be a star."
(Rollin & Scratching)

Kingston Logic 2.0 blends Lynn’s reggae flow with MIA-style bangers.
(METRO News)

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released November 11, 2008

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Track Name: CHILD OF THE SOIL
I’m a child of the soil I was born in the ghetto
Where the gangstas roll by and then gunshots echo
You have to hide inna your place and tuck down like a gecko
Can't touch the street until the gangstas dem say so

But it’s not like that all the time, beautiful Jamaica where the sun shines
A perfect place to unwind, let the cool summer breeze absorb your mind
But because of selfish mankind, the rich say him reach and left the poor man behind
And the leaders are partially blind, left the youths dem obsolete so a gang dem go join

No job so they start bust gun
No money so there ain’t no fun
Naw make sense you talk and tell them fi dun
Newsflash blood a wash the streets of Kingston
Track Name: SYSTEM
When police roll up inna dem armoured vehicle
With some big long gun and terrorize the people
Ready fi pull off them dirty acts of evil
It’s a bloodsport game
Cuz if you run up pon them gun
you get squashed like weeble
Them naw care if you’re young or you’re old and feeble
Copper shot a stick inna your skin like needle
Them a kill ghetto youths for fame
When you hear them say CURFEW
A blood them a PURSUE (no comma)
Don’t make them VERSE you
The rat-ta-ta-ta make ya flatter
Them naw worry not a matter
Not a talking not a chatter
Them naw NURSE you
So many people get the copper get the lead
And who no dead end up on the hospital bed
This evilous act was orchestrate by the feds
With no justice no remorse coming from the bigger heads

It’s just the system
Crazy bloodhounds and all
The evil dirty system
The system
The system is bound to fall
The corrupted system

Where’s I’m from name Waterhouse
A place well known as a slaughterhouse
You violate police come sort you out
You get a portion of shot whe fi pass you out
Them never hear say the youths them balling out
When politicians a come with party bout
Trick the youths them buy them 40 stout
Cuz them want round up bout 40 scout
Them a seek some fit man to be them hit-man
You better know who you’re working with man
When clans visit man copper shot a split man
Off to the morgues them boys remit man
Same ghetto youths is not no Frenchman
Want be new recruits and be them henchman
Coppershot a drench man
A flutta like a wenchman
Bodies in a gully a cause a stench man

System
That was made to divide and rule
The evil dirty system
The system
Intellectual fools
The corrupted system
Track Name: SCREAMING IN THE NIGHT
A murder

When the sun goes down and the moon comes out
The freaks come to town with their big guns out
Firing bullets like a range down south
Ain’t nothing changed down south a brother’s brain jumps out
Somebody’s running from the Wilson’s house
A mother is worried cause her one son’s out
Trying to figure out what the commotions about
If the screaming was coming from her one son’s mouth

I heard screaming in the night
I wasn’t dreaming in the night
Someone scheming in the night
Then sirens gleaming in the night

Neal wants to be a player in the field officially
Make the meal to keep it real for his baby mother Sally
Being a buckle a shield for the big man Peter Wally
Wasn’t as easy as a game of Monopoly not totally
Back door deal him go pull off down the alley
Check the goods and fly the seal when it shove out pon the trolley
Wasn’t quick on his steel when the deal go dilly dally
Copper fall him like a timber in the valley and so

Shadows by my window curtain
Voices of which I’m certain
Tiptoes of the feet make my heart skip a beat
There’s no peace when the viper’s lurking
Bloodhounds they’re always searching
Who cares when a brothers hurting
Cause the street’s full of beasts ain't no place for the weak shot release and your heart stops working

In come the cops then the FBI agent
Bring in the spies searching out the basement
Baby a cry nobody to give a statement
Because the father died left the baby mother’s face dent
Who’s that guy lying on the pavement?
In his eye was the murderer’s engravement
The doctor’s tried and couldn’t save a patient with no one to explain why such a nasty engagement

I heard screaming in the night
I wasn’t dreaming in the night
Someone scheming in the night
Then sirens gleaming in the night

A murder
Track Name: STREETLIFE
No more slum life

Born in the ghetto pon the banks
Five a we huddle and we cuddle inna de one room ranch
Have to seek we food like the ants
So we hang out inna the street like a lizard pon a branch
I have something to say
I’m gonna say it once
I’m waiting for my day
That day to take my chance
So when I work give me my pay
My overtime my advance
I’m tired of being a victim of the circumstance

Girl from the streets from the gulley from the gutter
Remembering the days of dry bread without butter

Out in the streets I see friends I see foes
I see life comes I see life goes
People prey people like vultures and crows
Gunshot a beat like the north wind that blows
I’ve been through all of them woes, so
The streetlife style is no bed of rose
Who feels it knows don’t ask cuz it shows
To be a garrison is not what I chose
Don’t you think me want one of them big house weh posh too
Drink champagne with my spouse and a splash too
Don’t get redeye for things that I buy with my platinum card and my cash too
whoa
Big hummer jeep in my parking lot too
Pentium TV screen weh so flat too
Mama don’t cry if I live or I die
I really have to do what I got to had to

Girl from the streets from the gulley from the gutter
Remembering the days of dry bread without butter

Still a gwan trod it inna me one piece of suit ya
Still a gwan walk it inna me lean piece a boot ya
When it gets sticky me hafi trod it like Muta
Life is a school and the street is my tutor
If I was a boy I would’ve been a top shooter
Still I hold my joy me naw go turn no prostitute ya
I know me hafi make it so I’m trodding to the future
Cuz I have a dream like the great Martin Luther

Girl from the streets from the gulley from the gutter
Remembering the days of dry bread without butter


You gotta eat you gotta live
So definitely that’s the system, that’s streetlife
You understand me
And just it’s about going out there
Surpassing the dangers of the street
And just living it up, get by, overcome, be victorious
So, you know, that’s it. Streetlife.
Track Name: IMF
A team from the IMF which is currently in Jamaica
Is wrapping up a four day visit
For a technical assessment
Of the country's financial situation...
The issue is to make globalisation
Work for the benefit of all.
There will not be a good future for the rich
If there is no prospect for a better future
For the pure poor...

Them go build up them place for them investment
Bout them interest rates so where the interest went
None for the poor me no see no evidence
Who pay the revenue ain’t got no residence
Pon the avenue so they can’t pitch no tent
Govey gon with the loot the 100 percent
Naw share the fruit not even one tenth
So tell me how the youths them fe feel content

When IMF do the lending
The gormandizer them descending
Raid the barn run away with the corn now
Tell me what them defending
The money done so them start the pretending.
Like it's the roadway them use it mending.
Think slavery days gone but still been going on now
When shall it come to an ending

We a shout solidarity
And we can’t get no help from them policy
Our plight is not their priority
All we see is just partiality
From government and police brutality
Human rights justice equality
Is for the rich to increase popularity none for the majority
No funds for the charity me check out the chemistry

Only the ghetto youth inna the cemetery
Them go use the money build up penitentiary
And don’t see education elementary
It’s the key to the 21st century the only entry
You lament in parliament naw make no sense to me
So listen up

When IMF do the lending
The gormandizer them descending
Raid the barn run away with the corn now
Tell me what them defending
The money done so them start the pretending
Like it's the roadway them use it mending
Think slavery days gone but still been going on now
Now when shall it come to an ending

Our problems too numerous to mention
Till we a seek some divine intervention
Give me way make me address the convention
Tell me where's the old lady’s pension
Hey
What’s the plan for the youths in detention
And for the poor who need some attention
Tell me what about the crisis prevention
You all forgot these things when you win your election

When IMF do the lending
The gormandizer them descending
Raid the barn run away with the corn now
Tell me what them defending
The money done so them start the pretending
Like it's the roadway them use it mending
Think slavery days gone but still been going on now
When shall it come to an ending

There will not be a good future for the rich
If there is no prospect for a better future
For the pure poor...
Track Name: CONSUMERS
Woe to the one who leads the people them astray
As I would say

We are consumers
Yes we buy what they sell all the lies that they tell
Leave us dry as a shell,
Cancerous tumours
They grow and they swell leave us not feeling well
The leaders are devils from hell

Like air we breathe the system
Nobody cares who become a victim
People been asking what’s wrong with this thing
Why the leaders are turn and twisting
We the people we are all insisting
We need a better way we are only existing
Big money pay so we naw beg this thing
Send a message and we hope they’re listening

How come
All this money has been spent and still we get nowhere
How come
It’s so funny how the honey has been eaten by them bears

Didn’t we pay for the education
So how come the youths fall to segregation
Poverty breeds crime and degradation
The enemy of every nation, ya
Didn’t we pay for the medication
So how come the sick get no dedication
How can the youths hold a meditation when you burn out the vegetation
Say them in control but them lost in confusion
So many problems and there’s no solution
It’s every day issues poverty and pollution when will they ever find a resolution
A we spend the money what is their contribution
Political justice full of lies and illusion
No more fantasy it’s time for evolution
Resolve these things or revolution

How come
All this money has been spent and still we get nowhere
How come
It’s so funny how the honey has been eaten by them bears

We are consumers
Yes we buy what they sell all the lies that they tell
Leave us dry as a shell,
Cancerous tumours
They grow and they swell leave us not feeling well
The leaders are devils from hell

Me naw really matter what them want fi discuss
Crazy politicians doing nothing for us
You see them pulling off a con and it is so obvious
Me nah trust inna no man, me say only God me trust

Let's stop and think and check for minute
There's a big problem and we are all in it
Wait, let me finish, politicians playing scrimmage
There's a battle to be won and we can't let them win it

How come
All this money has been spent and still we get nowhere
How come
It’s so funny how the honey has been eaten by them bears
Track Name: DESTINY
Opportunity come but once
You can see it go with just one glance
So you gotta seize it

There’s a hero inside of us all
I can’t be you, no not at all
Now is the time to set things straight
Open your mind to elevate

Hold your head up high cause you can make it
Don’t let your dreams go by go forth and take it
It’s just a mental bar and you can break it
Destiny is calling don’t forsake it

Cuz many times you’re penniless and it can cause you many stress
Be strong nevertheless all of this is just a test
Evil uninvited guests will try to make you feel depressed
Want to steal your joy because they hate to see the happiness
But don’t you stray off hard work will pay off
No time for a day off or you will get lay off
Don’t be lead by people you will lose your way off
These are the negative signs that life is made up of so

Hold your head up high cause you can make it

If you can believe it and conceive it as a concept
You can achieve it if you only just take one step
Heights of great men reached and kept
Were not attained because they slept
They stuck it out throughout the test
And made it through the deepest depths
Thistles and thorns and obstacles may come your way
Life is not a popsicle for you to splash and play
Stop and think a little life rules you got to obey
Don’t’ listen to negative kind of things that people think and have to say

Hold your head up high cause you can make it

The road is winding and the load is on your back
Still gotta keep climbing just to make it to the top
If you check the timing if you look up on the clock
It’s you it’s reminding that you can’t derail the track
Got to overcome because victory is sweet
Happy when you make it down redemption street
Tell yourself it’s easy it is natural you can see it
Won’t go beneath I won’t accept defeat cuz

There is a hero inside of us all
I can’t be you, no not at all
Now is the time to set things straight
Open your mind to elevate

Hold your head up high cause you can make it
Track Name: STONE
I'm a girl from Kingston with a bit of history
Of how I overcome the stress and all the misery
To live my life and see my dreams of what I wish to be
The hotter is the battle sweeter is the victory

You saw me in the road struggling with my load
And you passed me, ya you passed me
And now you hear I make them dance in Switzerland and France
Now you ask me, now you ask me

When all I really needed was a little understanding
The world out there is cold and can be so demanding
But in my heart and soul I did believe in one thing
That I could reach my goal and someday I'd be dancing

I hear your taunting
My dreams are haunting
Now you love the song you hear me singing
And you'll be chanting chanting chanting

In my old tattered clothes you turned up your nose
And you passed me, ya you passed me
Now I'm in my Royce full of rose you want one of those
So you ask me, now you ask me

You read it in the magazine
I'm living like a beauty queen
You say you saw me on the video
Now you want to see me work my show

The stone that the builder refused
I was the stone that the builder refused
Now you see me riding high and looking rather bemused
I was the stone that the builder refused
The stone that the builder refused

Look what's happening now
The whole world needs me
There ain't no stopping now
You can't impede me

When you saw me on my mission
You seemed to lack the vision
You can't see, no you can't see
Follow my intuition and I focus my ambition
They want me, the world wants me

I'm on a trip to Spain
On a private plane
On a road to fame
They be shouting my name
Shouting my name
Track Name: RIVERS OF BABYLON f.Brent Dowe
RIVERS OF BABYLON - Terry Lynn feat. Brent Dowe (†2006)

(Brent Dowe †2006)
How good and pleasant it is for brothers and sisters
To live in unity and love
It’s like a precious ointment from thy head down to thy bare

By the rivers of babylon
Where we sat down
And there we wept
When we remember Zion
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Ya we sit by the river pray the most high deliver us
From the evil man
For our enemies are more than the hair of our head
Here we are again
Hypocritical mackers and beasts
Warmongers who know no peace
But who God bless i say no man curse
Things could be better but it’s still not the worse
And that’s my belief

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For the wicked man carried us away in captivity
Required from us a song
How can we sing King Alfa song in a strange land

This world this world is not my own
We’re just a passing through
Ya we're just a passing through
We need your love and your grace show us your face
We are your people no matter the race
You have ordained it so show us the place
Your name we will always embrace
This prayer to the father i pray
This road is a mighty long way
You know your problems our troubles today
Hear our prayer when we pray
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By the rivers of babylon
Where we sat down
And there we wept
When we remember Zion

When we call upon the most high watch how wicked tremble
Heathen no like his name
For the name of our father is terrible among men
Heathen no like his name
Lord know we cry attend to our prayer
The beasts of the streets and the devils conspire
The great songs of old is what they require
Break the bars asunder lift us up higher
We must arise from the dust from the mier
Lift our heads to the sky take our backs from the wire
The rastaman a chant and a burn bonfire
There is no place to retire
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So let the words of our mouth
And the meditation of our hearts
Be acceptable in thy sight O Fari

This world this world is not my own
This world this world is not my own
Ya we just a passing through
Ya we just a passing through