Listen To Tommy Lee Sparta ‘Outlaw’ UIM Records July 2014

Listen to some new Jamaican Dancehall music with a gothic flavor brought to you by recording music artist Tommy Lee Sparta & UIM Records.

Tommy Lee Sparta has a new single out produced by Dinearo of UIM Records titled Outlaw.

In this new dancehall hardcore song Tommy Lee Sparta is back with more lyrical warfare, delivering another hard hitting hardcore anthem.

Tommy Lee Sparta has been one of the latest addition to Vybz Kartel former Portmore Empire, before Gaza General World Boss arrest back in 2011. 

Following his arrest Vybz Kartel disbanded Gaza Pormore Empire and, beside some controversy and little scandals here and there, that involved Sparta, he has always been loyal and grateful to Addi for starting his music career.

LISTEN TO TOMMY LEE SPARTA ‘OUTLAW’ UIM RECORDS JULY 2014 

TOMMY LEE SPARTA ‘OUTLAW’ LYRICS

(Chorus)
Dem a tell mi fi rise everything like the dead a Dovecot
A Flanka mi grow pu–y better pree that
And anybody feel mi a f–kign idiot
One in a yo head meck yo marrow pree that
True mi a duel in a the tomb under the radar
Apocalypse know weh fi drop in this f–k
Sparta nuh fi get weh dem a come from
Cause wi, wi rise up a bag a eagle

(Verse 1)
Turn up mi bomboclaat voice
Nuh have nuh compassion like a Christ hi nuh
Dawg flee when mi fire black lice hi nuh
Thunder roll out red carpet hi nuh
Mi gun pop off nine o clock strike hi nuh
Call that a lost soul caw dem cyaa find him

Evil suh till satan nuh waan si mi



Well dark
Dem cyaa catch mi a dance caw mi nuh party
40 baller the neighbor mi clap 40
A wa do dem bwoy deh dem come a chat argument
A talk bout badness, left badness for the next
Big up mi dead friend dem Ants, Manants, Micle nuh
Haffi si the at the cross road hi nuh
Suh mi nah watch nuh face cause that shoot off hi nuh
From mi likkle and a grow dem seh mi disastrous

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Roll out wid mi gloves and mi mask on
Bullet touch yo heart like a soxsaw
When my gun aim and spray
Mi intoxicate lungs like Craving A
Tell dem don’t f–k wid a spartan
Bullet meck yo brain fly pass marshion
Big yard tug dem nuh talk long
Well bad
Mi a the spartan king call mi titan
Murder yo bloodclaat wid nuh license
Buss up dem face, no slicing
But dem in a box, no slice thing
Is like a pizza delivery
Show up a the door a mi enemy
F–k up like mi phone in
Mi gun have infinity energy