knock knock
a who dat?
a me massa
me who?
NecroWmancer...
wha u a say sir?

U pickny sickly
Yellow lek breadfruit leaf
Broad daylight
Man a vanish like dem a thief
Things wrong wid u body
Dem no kay
U black like a tar so
Nobody hear wha you a say
De devil a fly all bout a night
You in a house, under u bed 
And de whole place hot and bright
Things a go on
Boss man can’t help you
So you resort to a system 
Tried and true

Dem prance and dem wail
To de flute and de fife
Dem bob and weave
And a Jumbie save a life
No college education
But dem a no fool
Generations of African tradition
Can’t get dat in a no school
When de dancer “turn”
Whatever you want…
You learn
Duppy no fraid nobody
Duppy no fraid no bee
Uncle Tom and foreign white 
Got things a hide
Over and under Chance
Poor people a get enlighten
So them ban de Jumbie dance

Dem like dem have crystal ball
No matter how u scheme
Can’t dance no way tall
More bullshit story 
PDP and dem dirty money
Dem can’t control
You long dead ancestor
And wha come in pon one whim
De bastard dem ban de Jumbie dance
And bun down Brim