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Lord have mercy fi dem blueberries inna yard.Dem berry sweet – best when dem bake inna badman pie!

Featuring recipe instructions in jamaican badman patois with Rhythm Shifter and Tompa Tornevall.

🔥 Releasing this Friday (finally)

Currently up on SoundCloud, but might not stay long – we’ve shifted to DistroKid for the real rollout.Why? Because metadata, and SoundCloud stress.The track barely respects any traditional EDM structure – created as a direct response to “Bloody Cornflakes”. Why? Because it was fun to flip something absurd into badman-style satire – instead of writing about bloody cereal, we turned a blueberry pie recipe into a militant patois sermon.

Note: There are two ISRC codes – one from SoundCloud, and one via DistroKid. Worst case, SoundCloud might issue a takedown due to that conflict. We’ll see.

Wha di people dem a bake now?Oh lord, have mercy, fi dem blueberries inna yard!Babylon seh “cool down”, but mi cyaan stay calm —WATCH THIS!

Walk di crust to di fridge, knife under tinWrap it cold, stash like sinBerry dem poppin’—pan on flameJunglist pie, dis ain’t no game

Walk di crust to di fridge, knife under tinWrap it cold, stash like sinBerry dem poppin’—pan on flameJunglist pie, dis ain’t no game

One light swingin’, bare face lookMan deh yah, nuff heat inna di nookPlan fi di bake, no powder, no crookIs pie we a serve—but move like a crook

Four step chant style, locked pon beatFlour in a bag—grade white, zip tightButter come cold, cube sharp, no lightSugar small granule—code fi sweetSalt one pinch, just fi lock di beat

Water in bottle, ice like trustDrop di blue weight—berry or bustVanilla fi cover, lime fi cleanCornstarch mash up, mek di mix mean

Walk di crust to di fridge, knife under tinWrap it cold, stash like sinBerry dem poppin’—pan on flameJunglist pie, dis ain’t no game

Walk di crust to di fridge, knife under tinWrap it cold, stash like sinBerry dem poppin’—pan on flameJunglist pie, dis ain’t no game

Mi blend dat base like money washButter and flour, crumble to mashSprinkle ice water—bond di stashIt grip up tight, yuh feel dat clash

Wrap it up, fling it in chillLet di plot freeze—bake don’t spillNo rush ting, wait fi di thrillCool like mandem pon silent kill

Pan get fire, berry start chatSugar talk loud, cornstarch fatVanilla whisper, lime get madDi mix get dark, vibe turn bad

200 full blast, rack in low40 minutes, scent start flowGolden skin, body in showSlice it clean—leave no crow

Man bite slice, smile like ghostNo blood spill — just fine berry toastGyal dem grin, rudebwoy boastPie fi di fam — sweet wid deadly dose

Wha di people dem a bake now?Dem a crawl fi di slice now…Rude bwoy laugh while di blueberry swarm.No mercy lef’ — not even fi Babylon.Mi bake one more — hear di siren alarm.