PopSkull Buss Some Bwoy Head Inna Many Style
Over the past four years Popcaan’s artistry has grown by leaps and bounds. Not so long ago he was considered one of Kartel’s more promising proteges, poppin’ off with “Clarks” and moving forward into “Raving” and “Party Shot” before the big buss that was “Only Man She Want.” Since that time the Unruly Boss has been in fast forward mode #TR8. Although his 2014 debut album was criminally slept on by Grammy voters, Where We Come From is our consensus pick for dancehall disc of the year. And on newer cuts like “R.I.P.” Andrae Sutherland revealed a more sensitive side. But do not get it twisted. This is the same youth who used to name Fry Yiy. And Just in case you forgot why him name “Unruly,” Popcaan linked with Baby G to flex some wicked bad- man lyrics over a tasty update of one of King Jammy’s vintage digi riddims that’s dripping with delicious delay. As Poppy explains on “Fix Tings,” he will still “crawl pon him belly like a crocodile / Fi buss bwoy head inna many style.” He relates his tales of murderous mayhem with a light-hearted touch of good humor, but the message comes through loud and clear. Don’t make him pick you up pon dah telescope yah. Him have links all over. Audio After The Jump…
“Unruly Gang we run bout yah” Roon it…
Popcaan Unplugged
Unruly In Ochi
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