Masicka’s igniting the dancehall powder keg once more with “Revelation,” a scorcher that dropped December 7 via Genahsyde/1syde Records, slicing through Tommy Lee Sparta’s Gaza jabs like a machete through mist—pure, unfiltered war poetry that’s got the island’s sound systems shaking.
This ain’t your average riddim rider; it’s a lyrical landmine, self-produced in Masicka’s Portmore lab with thunderous basslines and hi-hats that snap like warning shots. Clocking in at just over three minutes, it’s patois-drenched fury—bars twisting “ba do dem” hooks into a relentless roast of fake dons, snitches, and camp betrayals.
Thematically, it’s revelation as reckoning: exposing rented loyalties (“head lift up a fan, but the fire was smoke”), empty passports, and demon-repelling head flicks, all while flipping Kartel’s own “a wah do dem” blueprint against the Gaza throne. No features needed; Masicka’s gravelly flow carries the weight, blending menace with that sly humor that turns disses into anthems. Teased on his Insta Stories mid-week, the official audio hit YouTube yesterday, exploding to 200K views overnight as fans dissected every veiled shot at Sparta’s crew, from unpaid debts to “witch block” whispers.
Hot on the heels of his October single “Keys,” this standalone beef-baiter slots into Masicka’s vault of vendettas, echoing classics like “Squeeze” (Aidonia) and “Vain” (Sparta round one). But “Revelation” feels sharper, timed perfectly amid the simmering 2025 wars—Sparta’s “No Love” response last month lit the fuse, and now Masicka’s fanning flames with lines that drag the whole 1Side camp into the dirt. It’s dancehall’s Darwinism: survival of the slickest tongue, proving the genre’s beefs aren’t just noise—they’re cultural scripture, etched in riddim and replayed in barbershops from Kingston to Brooklyn.
Masicka’s at his throne-snatching peak, 32 and unbreakable after Def Jam inked him in ’24, turning mixtape menace into global menace. Fresh off 438’s platinum plaque and that EP tease Her Name Is Love (dropping Dec. 19, all romance and riddim for the ladies), he’s balancing lover-boy vibes with street sergeant swagger—sold-out Sting shows last month had crowds chanting his bars like hymns. This drop? It’s him reminding rivals: you can scheme, but the king’s pen don’t miss.
Dive into the Revelation lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other Masicka tracks for more of his unfiltered dancehall fire.
Lyrics of Revelation by Masicka
Killer, Crash Dem Party
Bust Dem Fiesta, Clap Dem Farty (Clap)
M’a Du Pack Dem Shortly
One Bomb Inna Di Fish, Burn Dem Nasty (Nasty)
Ba Do Dem Mi Nah Know A Ba Do Dem
Ba Do Dem Mi Nah Know A Ba Do Dem
Ba Do Dem Mi Nah Know A Ba Do Dem
M’a Ba Do Black Clack Dem, You A Donkey
Pu**y Wi A Killer Wi Nambos
You A Fine Fi Ya Room, Nai Job A Sauce
You Sweep Di Yard And Shan Walk Di Dogs Out
Nuffi Wa Shi Plate Dem, So Di Yard Start Out
Shut Off A Y’all Boat
And Now You Can’t Say You’re No Snark Out
Head Lift Up A Fan, But The Fire Was Smoke
Stop Can’t See, Can’t Name, Not Your Chance, Man
Drop One Book Empty, Just Like Your Passport
Pu**y, People We [?], You Know God’s Sound
Anybody Face, We Are All About
The New King In A, Bumble, Clown, God
Alright
Ba Do Dem Mi Nah Know A Ba Do Dem
Ba Do Dem Mi Nah Know A Ba Do Dem (Alright)
Ba Do Dem Mi Nah Know A Ba Do Dem
M’a Ba Do Black Clack Dem,
One Side, Boom! Foot A Twist A Man A Japan Dat A, Dat
Fred A Ou Donkey Dat A, Chat
Boss A F Mouth Pump It, Wat A, Strap
Anywhere Na Di Country We Shatter, Spratt
Call My Name Na Di Bar, Di Bar, Help
See A Man A Nearly Make You Kill Your A, Self
Pat Mak A Man Pu**y Skid We Start Melt
Na Beat A Like A Father Do No Pu**y Clap Belt
A Headshot, Big Stone, Draw Down Your Health
Left Nut, Test Something Else And Find Shelf
Witch Witch Madness And Can’t Pay Your Rent
The People Dem Ya Ho A Come For Every Cent
Hip-hop, Hip-hop, Face A Dent
Bitch Dat, Call Man Phone A Vent
Ya Man Witch Block, Witch Ends Him A Fshent
Head Flick Back And Every Demon Wa Repent
Ba Do Dem Mi Nah Know A Ba Do Dem, Heh
Ba Do Dem Mi Nah Know A Ba Do Dem, Heh
Ba Do Dem Mi Nah Know A Ba Do Dem, Heh
A Ba Do Block Clack Dem You’re Dead Boy
Dami Lee You No Run Play So No Run Left It
Pu**y Mad Off It Pray When My Gun Wreck It
Shub Up Your Head Me Sugar Not A gun Get Quick
Sun The Greener You Get The Front Of It
Kill We Kill Boy You A Run Your Lip
Fly Up On The Go, Say My Gun No Stick
Can’t Say You’re Bad A Man, Have Your Pan Leash
You Done Badly, Right, You Bitch
People Pronouncing, Anyone Will Shell It
Put Two In A Year, Nobody, No Call No Medic
Say You Are My Son, Dead Earth, Shake Fi Dat
Them Shoot It Down, To Go Defend It
No Pick Me To The Crime And A Big Man Will Perish
Such On The Very Time Sound Like Berris
Secret Fool Boy Make Them Tell It
Man A Live Straight In A Nothing Can’t Edit
Pu**y Everybody Have Your Business And Spread It
Coat Pu**y Now Your Daddy Belly Ya Hen It
Your Career Small You Even Have Penny
You Be Name Your Name Pam Bulla You Can’t Pen It
In A Bad In And Out, Man Bad Every Minute
Young Bad Nes [?] It, Sound Comes More Ya Bring It
[?] Not A Big Song We Still Say Ya Sing It
[?] When They See Me Pu**y Ya No Clean It
Ba Do Dem Mi Nah Know A Ba Do Dem, Heh
Ba Do Dem Mi Nah Know A Ba Do Dem, Heh
Ba Do Dem Mi Nah Know A Ba Do Dem, Heh
A Ba Do Block Clack Dem
Go In Box, Si Ka Yow A Wey Nah Drink
A Cun Walk Mi Nuh Pi One Place, Dance Sprint
Mi Go Jam World, I Ready Fi Shoot Out
You Go Pan Stage, A Mi Name You Go Sing
She Got Press And I Mi First Pray
Pu**y Man, You Want Sing A Prip Birthday
Connect, Like A Stitch Him Up In I-wars Way
Lick A D-man And Ball T-ers, Tell Your Girl Pray
A Man A Drop A One, One When We A Burn Scare
One Lift Up A Pu**y, A Fi Turn Clear
A Rat That A Thangs, Man Di Tell It Burn Straight
Part Down With The Pun, Dem Serve Here
Man, Take Your Peer
