Masicka’s turning 32 today by torching bridges with “Tears,” his blistering diss to Tommy Lee Sparta that hit the streets December 3 via Def Jam, flipping birthday candles into Molotovs in the heart of dancehall’s hottest beef.
This isn’t subtle shade—it’s a full Sparta siege, clocking in at three minutes of unrelenting patois fury over a trap-laced riddim that thumps like a heartbeat in lockdown. Masicka’s flow is surgical: rapid-fire multis slicing through booming 808s and eerie synth stabs, that signature Waterhouse growl turning boasts into battle cries. Produced in-house with his 1Syde crew, it’s pure dancehall venom—echoing the raw energy of his 2021 breakout 438, but sharper, meaner, with ad-libs (“Aye aye aa”) that ricochet like stray bullets.
Thematically, it’s emotional warfare: unmasking Tommy’s “tears” with leaked audio clips of breakdowns, jabs at fake toughness (“You f**k Leroy, we not beg friend”), family secrets, and street betrayals that hit below the belt. It’s less about glory, more about grief turned grit—questioning manhood through molly highs and missed fatherhood, all while vowing “me a king, me a god.” Dropped without warning on YouTube (already 500K views deep), it’s got fans dissecting every bar on TikTok, from the rifle-for-rifle threats to that spine-chilling outro.
The beef? It ignited last week when Tommy Lee swung first with “Destroyer,” accusing Masicka of snitching and baby mama drama. Masicka clapped back swift, shutting down rumors his ex Clymaxx spilled tea (she posted warnings of her own), proving this war’s personal—Waterhouse vs. Flankers, pride on the line in Jamaica’s unforgiving yard.
Masicka’s at his throne right now, Def Jam’s dancehall ace fresh off 438’s Spotify domination and that viral Scope video last summer. The kid from August Town who turned mixtape hunger into global plaques is owning the evolution: from underground clash king to industry boss, dropping truth bombs that bleed real. This birthday salvo? It’s him reminding the game—tears or not, legends don’t fold.
Dive into the Tears lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other Masicka tracks for more of his fierce dancehall fire.
| Lead Vocals | Masicka |
| Songwriter | Masicka |
| Music Producer | Masicka |
| Label | Masicka |
| Release Date | December 3, 2025 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Masicka |
| Tears Interpolations | Vain by Masicka |
Lyrics of Tears by Masicka
Man, Trick Them, Hand Press Them
Them F**k Leroy, We Not Beg Friend
They Clip Them, We Extend
Shut Out A Pu**y Face, Who Fi Vex Then
The Drugs Out, They Sense Them
Back A Little Pitten, Why You F**k, Duff Is Dead Then
Family, If You Mat It Up, I In The End Then
Sparta, Kiss Us, And I Kick You And Leg Them
Pick City, Am A Turf, Watch Me, If You’re Blicky
Boys, Switch Up At The Birds, We’re Not Licky, Licky
That A Caff In Not Heard, Soon As Sicky, Sicky
You All Say Your Bot Not Heard, Tell Me, He Sicky, Too
Boys, If You’re Dead, I Win, Now, If You’re Clipper Mississippi
Chris And The Taros, Now, Head Down The Lili, Lili
That A Mouse, I Make It Shut It, Not A Hunsap
You Go Count Now With It Empty Out This Metty
Rifle For Rifle, Tiger For Tackle
No Few To No Stifle, We Fight To No Cycle
Charge Up In Matic, Put It Inside Of My Bible
Lord, I’m A Shepherd, Me Wild To Me Die, Too
Me, Me Invest The One I Mind, Me Not High Girl
Pu**y When Me Run, Man, File A Gun Pointer
Shot Rock The Bone From The Joint, What Did Nine Do?
Mine, The End Of The House, Them A Man, Not Mind, You
Mama Find You And Then Put On A Kind, You
Damage Them A Vide On The Free Kill Lifestyle, You
Bullet Up A Pu**y Face, But Stay Head-wide
Shut Up, Pu**y, Now We’re In The Hide
Gole With It, Farty, Run It On Your Side
You’re Done Style, You’re Ready, You’re Returning On A Pride
Say You Never Have A Father, You F**k Up As A Child
So You F**king Look A Girl And Coca Puff Up On This Side
Pu**y, You’re Forget To Choose What Must Be In Your Style
Growth Rough, While Time, My Band, Them Never Run This File
Points Road, I’ve Gone A Pile, Kill Her Blood, A Boy
I Hit You With Umbe, I Know Love Her Smile, Now Taste The Crocodile
I See We Come, They Jump A Aisle, Pitch Him Down A Tile
Now, Here, ’cause You’re Mumbling, I’m Here Listening, Now A While
Pu**y Juice, Crack Up Your Throat, Me Use That Scope, If I’m A Mile
Bust Up On The Fire, We’re Gone With Sport, Then Juvenile
Lift
Man, Trick Them, Hand Press Them
Them F**k Leroy, We Not Beg Friend
They Clip Them, We Extend
Shut Out A Pu**y Face, Who Fi Vex Then
The Drugs Out, They Sense Them
Back A Little Pitten, Why You F**k, Duff Is Dead Then
Family, If You Mat It Up, I In The End Then
Sparta, Kiss Us, And I Kick You And Leg Them
When We Talk About Jail Style, Make You Cry
My Dog, Run Life, I Roll It Out Until Him Die
Pu**y, Your Guns, Smoker, Head Of Fly, We Never Tell A Lie
If A Talent Alone, You Done Never Get A Blah
Columbian, Neck A Tie, My Shit, It Can Fly
Graven, We Catch A Smile, If You’re Meant To Lie
If You Not Believe, Not Yourself, Pu**yface
Me A King, Me A God, Tell Them, Legend, Never Die
Back Down, Them Things, Everything Is Nice
We Put, Mother, Set Him Pan Some Ice
Send Him Up To Christ, You’re Good,
You’re Leroy, You’re Playing Devil In Disguise, You’re A Pu**y
Big Junkie, We Riddian Rookie
Short Ball, Swinging 15, 40
Back Pass, Start To Fling Steam Down, Putty
Back To My Belly, Not Too Hot
Me Be A Be Mother, Not Tell You That Which File
Rains Up A Blood-tired And Jump With Style
I Know Rum A Run, A Blood-a Run, River Nile
Leave Up A Gun, I Need To Work In A Vibe
Why All We Need Is A Tool And A Chiver?
Call My Name So Them You’re To Survive
Everybody Want Kill Sicker
Everybody Want Kill Sicker
Dapping Eyes, Unload
Me Said Them Nothing A Surprise
Jump Out
No Left, No One Did Your Life
Bound Killer, You’re A Big Fish, We Love Video Life
Me Not Worship Vanity, But 20, What We Not Like
Some Me Stay In The Bumbo Client’s Studio Every Night
I’m Done Beg No Friend, Number One, So On All Right
Who See Run Up On Me? How Do You Grumb Them On Strike?
Calm Down, Calm Down Dj
Them Boy, The Head Light
Them Now, Get No Show
We Not See Them On The Flight
Take Some Time Off, Get A Book And Learn To Write
F**k That, Make Some Cement
Left The Stage, Return The Mic
Suck Your Mum And Boy, You Think A Girl Will Fight
Kill A Pull Up On Your Foot In A, Make A Line Night
One Beat Him A Prise Of Pu**y Just A Go On Like
Ironman, I In A Head Can’t Strike
I Am One Of The Greatest Not Lie
Every Youth Don’t Believe Not Themselves On A Fight
Can’t Make A Follow, Back A Boy, Stop Your Light
Gun, Show Up, Every Time Going To Ride
Back Bush, We’re Going To Lie
Man, Trick Them, Hand Press Them
Them F**k Leroy, We Not Beg Friend
They Clip Them, We Extend
Shut Out A Pu**y Face, Who Fi Vex Then
The Drugs Out, They Sense Them
Back A Little Pitten, Why You F**k, Duff Is Dead Then
Family, If You Mat It Up, I In The End Then
Sparta, Kiss Us, And I Kick You And Leg Them
Big Man, We Shooting The Children, Aye Aye Aa Aa
Guns, Only For Everything Then, Aye Aye Aa
Boyfriend, For A Self On The Coke And Pill Them
And I Said Them, They Want To Smoke, So We Kill Them
All The Chigas Shot A Flicker To Lip In Them
Bubble Shot Out Every Demon In Them
What You’re Going To Never Fire Real Modelling Them
Facing In The Machine, I Drill Them
We Kill Boy Off On Great, Just Swing Them
All When We Swam, But Swing It In Them
I’m Ready Before I’m Gone
Until Then, Every Ride, We Turn On
Sling Them, Fresh And Back In The Boat
I’m Going To Bring A Pen
Young, I Ain’t In My Prime
How Are You Think, Friend?
Why You Think Cute?
Wrapping Everything Short
Me Pull Up A Lot Of Knife Without The Swim Suit
Strap Your Heart Is Like A Pot Of The F**king Soap
Kick Up, Rapid It Up
Big Scope
Line Them Up, Time Them Up
Kicking Toot, Find Them Up
They Find Them Up, Kick In, Toot
Bind Them Up, They Find Them Up
Me Leave, Yo
Mind Make Up, Me Nine Press Up, Wicked Youth
Minds Are Shot, Pines Are Fierce
Grave A Grave, Number One, No Grace
When You Say Dance, Your Pain Say Death
Fenty With Nothing, No Pu**y Hole, And A Party With Nothing, No Pu**y Hole
Man, Take A Gumb Blazer, Yes
Bralling, Me Say No Mask, No Way, No Shoes
They’re Playing Some Brave
In The Head, The Jay, He Can’t Wait
I Say Him Richard Dame, But Your Pain Not Raise
Man, For Book, You Feel Your Cake, Sale, Pu**y
And As You Pull Up, Me Go, So Boom, Boom
Here The Grains, You’re Crazy Freak, Down Crazy Brain
Pu**y Can’t, Again, If Me Not Hear Me Name
I Hear Him, Me Hear Him, And Clear The Flame
Dead
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