Dis yah riddim hotter like a furnace. Mi nah go lie, it mek mi wanna jump 'til mi feet can't feel dem no more. De bass line deep like a rumble in your chest, and de beat pushin' ya forward. You know what I mean? Dis riddim jus' pure magic. Mi love it! Yuh hear mi loud and clear? Bless Up Ya Belly Come ride wid mi pon dis culinary journey,