Masicka’s slamming the gavel on this blood-soaked beef with “Death Row,” his sixth and supposedly final executioner dropped today—December 12 via 1syde Records—that buries Tommy Lee Sparta’s Gaza ghost deeper than a Portmore plot, all while the island’s sound systems echo with the finality of a .9’s bark.
This ain’t just bars; it’s a courtroom crucifixion, clocking in at a taut three minutes of thunderous riddim—booming bass that rattles ribs, hi-hats slicing like switchblades, and Masicka’s gravelly patois flipping scripture into slaughter. It’s dancehall at its most vicious: raw, unfiltered war poetry blending trap-tinged menace with that classic Gold Finga swagger, self-produced in his Kingston war room to keep the edge knife-sharp.
Thematically, it’s endgame reckoning—roasting Sparta’s “flop” four-year run, snitch whispers, and daddy issues with lines like “Yuh daddy box you ’til yuh eye dem swole,” while flexing Portmore pride and that unbuyable badness (“Unnu cya buy out mi war”). No hooks, just verse venom that drags the whole 1Side camp into the grave, evolving from his earlier jabs in “Revelation” and “Vain” into this mic-drop manifesto. Teased in cryptic Insta clips last night, the YouTube visualizer’s already at 6K views, fans flooding comments with “Masicka washed him” fire emojis.
No album tether here—this standalone scorcher caps a month-long massacre sparked by Sparta’s December 1 “No Love” ambush, escalating through birthday burns like “Dirth Day” and “Crown Clown.” Masicka’s flipped the script six times strong, from lyrical setups to this death sentence, proving the feud’s more than noise: it’s dancehall’s Darwin test, where survival means scripting your rival’s obituary. Recorded amid the frenzy, it’s got that fresh-off-the-booth heat, no polish to dull the blade.
Masicka’s crowning himself undisputed at 32, fresh off 438’s lingering plaques and that Her Name Is Love EP tease (out Dec. 19, all romance reset), but this beef’s his throne-reclaim. The Portmore phenom who inked Def Jam last year is balancing lover anthems with street sermons, sold-out Sting residuals still buzzing from last month. He’s not just winning wars—he’s rewriting the rules, one grave-digging drop at a time.
Dive into the Death Row lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other Masicka tracks for more of his unrelenting dancehall dominance.
Lyrics of Death Row by Masicka
[Intro]
Dis Too Easy
Unnu Cya Buy Out Mi War, Pu**y
Di World Done See Wah Gwaan
Weh We Do, We Buss Di .9 Dem Loud (Buss)
Push Di Violence Proud (Push)
A Suh We Silence Crowd
Wash Sparta, Mash Up Yuh Style Dem Whole
Which Pu**y Fi Run File Inna ‘e Road
A Mi .9 Dem Loud And We Wild And Cold
To Dem Man Weh Dem Sign Dem Soul
You Wi’ Find Dem Fold When ‘e Crocs Dem Prowl
Dem Wi’ Full A Shoes Wid ‘e Writing Sole
Thunda Strike, Enuh, A Lightning Roll
Don Box Who? Yo, A Lie Dem Told
Yuh Daddy Box You ’til Yuh Eye Dem Swole
Thompson Tun On, Yeah, We Striking Gold
Di .9 Ting Loud, Change Guy Skin Tone
Coulda Call Every Don Inside Him Phone
Yuh Funeral Day, Faggy Writing Down
Coke Buss Inna Da Brain Deh (Wah?)
Mek We Flick Up Yuh Bat
Chip Up A Glock, Likkle Sprat Flip Up A Chat
Nah Stop Tell Unnu Seh Weh Him Sniff Up A Crack
Lif’ Up A Strap Wid Di Light Switch Up A Top
Pu**y, A Man Write Yuh Song, Bare Shit Weh Yuh Drop
Mek Addi Write Sum’n, Mek Mi Split Up A Cat
Ayy, Mi A Killa Weh Nuh Killa Cya B**ch Up, A Dat
A True We Young And Bad, A True We Rich Up, A Dat
Leroy, [?] And Switch Up, A Dat
Sparta Side A Fish, Shot A Rip Up Yuh Block
Di Gogo Dem A Taboo A Piss Up Yuh Plait
Warder Beat Him A Jail ’til Yuh Piss Up Yuh Block
Di Fish A Draw Gun, A Blank Him Clap
Bad People Ting Dis, Nuh Ramping Shop
4 Year Now, Unnu Damn Ting Flop
Go A Flanker, Di Killa Dem Flankin’ Dat
Portmore, Wah Dis? Wah Dat? Kalash, [?]
Vanish Parrot, Faggy Cannot Help Him
.16 Ago Melt Him (Melt)
Baddest, A Dat, Prezi, Barack
Dem Wi’ Collapse, Bare Shot Inna Unnu Head, King
Suck Unnu Madda Wid Unnu Friend Ting, Friend Killa
You And Yuh Boss Is A Traitor
Ah Wait A Yuh Gate Wid Di Earth Shaker
A Vapor Yuh Tun, Pu**y, Mi Nuh Shaper
Yuh Maker You Meet, Clap ‘e .38, Ah
We Greater, We Lock ‘e Game Like Sega
Bad Pickney Mi, Bad Behavior
And You Wi’ See Me Wid It, Cah Mi Nuh Cater
Mi Seh Mi Full It A Bullet, Bullet A Hater
Look Like Addi Rag Run Outta Data
Run Outta .16, Pronounce Da Bait Yah
Shot Out Yuh Stiff Tongue, Wah ‘mount A Grains Yah
Wah ‘mount A Danger, Mi Jump Out A Stranger
Empty A Pain Panadol To [?]
Licky-licky Likkle Demon Tun Sainter
Lippy-lippy Pedophile, Pu**y Dem A Raper
Just Check Di Mystery, Jamaica
Underage Gyal Dem Want, Dem Nuh Straight-ah
Headshot, Baby A Lif’ Up Unnu Nature
Said Glock, Shake It And Lif’ Up Unnu Face-ah
Bread Back Yuh Dutty Boss Gi’ Yuh ‘pon Yuh Plate-ah
Suck Yuh Madda, Bwoy, Bad Like
[Outro]
Unnu Bad Like
Unnu Bad Like Mi? (Bad Like We)
Unnu Nuh Bad Like Mi Shoeslace
Suck Unnu Madda, Two-face
Booh, Bah, Booh, Bah, Booh (Bad Like Me)
1, Booh, Booh, Booh
Suck Unnu Madda
