Fyah Dem
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Musical DNA
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- Tempo
- 64 BPM · 128 double-time
- Hook
- Comes in at 0:25
- Loudness
- -8.1 LUFS
- True peak
- -0.7 dBTP
The tick on the loudness bar is -14 LUFS, where most streaming services set playback. The hook is the part the song repeats most.
Alt take
Same song, the other performance from the session (Take B). Included with your keep. Owners download both.
Lyrics
Fyah! Fyah dem! Blakk Maroon!
Fyah dem, fyah dem, bun dem out
Wi nuh talk it, wi just walk it, hear di crowd shout
Fyah dem, fyah dem, Maroon inna di house
Every fake ting get a flame from di south
Blakk Maroon, and di fyah get higher
Dem a talk pon di net but dem nuh come outside
Mi come from a place weh di truth cyaan hide
Rope chain heavy like di word mi say
Every promise weh mi make, mi keep it dat way
Trap drum knock like a police boot
Gyal dem love di gravel, man dem fear di tone
Blakk Maroon fyah, and di fyah mi own
Fyah dem, fyah dem, bun dem out
Wi nuh talk it, wi just walk it, hear di crowd shout
Fyah dem, fyah dem, Maroon inna di house
Every fake ting get a flame from di south
Blakk Maroon, and di fyah get higher
Mi nuh carry grudge, mi carry di beat
Mi nuh carry weapon, mi carry di heat
Loyal to mi bredren, loyal to mi queen
Loyal to di yard weh di light dem lean
Miami night, di palm dem sway
Kingston morning, mi pray and mi pray
Hardcore mean mi nah bow, nah bend
Fyah dem, fyah dem, till di end
Bun dem! Bun dem! Bun dem out!
Rewind! BRING IT!
Fyah dem, fyah dem, bun dem out
Wi nuh talk it, wi just walk it, hear di crowd shout
Fyah dem, fyah dem, Maroon inna di house
Every fake ting get a flame from di south
Blakk Maroon, and di fyah get higher
About “Fyah Dem”
- Artist
- BLAKK MAROON
- Genre
- Trap dancehall
- Released
- Sep 15, 2026
- Length
- 2:11
BLAKK MAROON is a virtual artist of the SUPERMASSIVE Verse: a gruff gravel baritone deejaying the verses in patois, a clean melodic tenor on every hook, over trap 808s, staccato hats, brass stabs and air horns. Kingston yard to Miami night. Street, loyalty, God, women, no filth. AI-performed and disclosed.
