Tommy Lee Sparta is storming back into the fray with Crown Clown, a snarling new single that dropped December 9 via Cyzmik Music, and it’s packing that signature menace that’s got the whole dancehall buzzing like a powder keg.
This one’s pure Tommy—raw, unpolished dancehall with a trap undercurrent, built on booming 808s and eerie synths that echo like warnings in a dark alley. The lyrics are a chaotic torrent of street defiance, flipping the script on fake tough guys who “crown them a home up” while hiding behind bogus badness. It’s all about exposing the clowns in the game: the ones talking loud but folding under pressure, the police who can’t touch him, and rivals who vanish like magic tricks when the heat turns up.
Lines like “me no robot, me no big friend” hit as a middle finger to the system and the snakes, while the hook’s repetitive “step, step, step” and blips build this hypnotic rhythm that pulls you into the frenzy. Produced in-house to keep that gritty Montego Bay edge, it’s not just a track; it’s a manifesto for the real ones who move without apology, blending menace with a weird, almost playful taunt that makes you replay it to catch every veiled shot.
The buildup was straight fire on his socials. Shot in stark black-and-white hood spots, it amps the lyrics’ paranoia, all low angles and shadows that scream “Spartan Soldier” without saying it. Streaming live on Spotify and YouTube now, no pre-save needed since it hit like a blitz.
Right now, Tommy’s at a peak that’s equal parts triumph and turmoil. Fresh off that emotional Hurricane Melissa relief push in November—where he performed at the I Love Jamaica telethon and rallied donations like it was personal—this beef with Masicka feels like his way of channeling the chaos. He kicked it off with “Control” on December 1, then “Dirth Day” on Masicka’s birthday, turning a subtle jab into full war season. It’s him evolving from the post-prison grind of albums like 2021’s Transition, where he bared that ying-yang soul, into this 2025 beast mode: headlining Caribbean fests, dropping merch drops that blend streetwear with Spartan lore, and reminding everyone why he’s the uncle demon who doesn’t play. In a year of comebacks, this is Tommy reclaiming the throne, one clown at a time.
Dive into the Crown Clown lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other Tommy Lee Sparta tracks for more of that Spartan edge.
| Lead Vocals | Tommy Lee Sparta |
| Songwriter | Tommy Lee Sparta |
| Music Producer | Cyzmik Music |
| Label | Cyzmik Music |
| Release Date | December 9, 2025 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Cyzmik Music |
Lyrics of Crown Clown by Tommy Lee Sparta
Nuh Hardball Nah Kick, Dem Cold Up
Which New King? A Man Crown Dem A Hold Up
Fans Dem Wah Yuh Come Outta Di Flow
But A From ‘e Real Goat Yuh Go Hijack A Chorus
Tek Which Program? Bwoy, Mi Nuh Robot
Mi Nuh Beg Friend Inna War, Yuh Fi Focus
Yuh Badness Bogus, Show Mi A Show Yuh
Mi Diss Who You ‘fraid Fi Loud Up
If Yuh See Mi Wid Broom, Anuh No Yard A Sweep
A Di Broom Weh A Wave, Inna Yuh Corn A Beat
Dem Yah Broom Yah Nuh Lean Inna Nuh Corna Jeep
Dem Yah Broom Yah Mek People ‘fraid A Street
Dem Broom Yah, Yuh Cya Three Mek Neighbor See It
Dem Broom Yah A Trouble, Harbor Bare Police
Dem Broom Yah A Travel Weh Come Offa Sea
Mi Nuh Lapse Inna War, Me A Di War Machine
Talk ’bout, “Clarity”
When Me A Gi’ Gunshot Like A Charity
Nobody Mi Nuh Sorry Fi, Mi War Wid Strategy
Gun [?], ‘memba A Tommy Dis
Gunshot, Anyweh Mi Ketch Unnu A Wacky Dip
Henny And Grades Weh Mi Mix Fimmi Molly Wit’
Shot Graze Mi Daughta, A Badness Politics
Bwoy Weh Do Dat Disappear, Poof, Magically
Police A Ask Fi Di Body Fi Di Family
One Bagga Cussin’ And Bad Offa Nothing
Di Don Beat You Up And You Dawg A Huggins
438, New Record A Run In
Only Act Bad ‘pon Pro Tool Plugin
Bait Nobody, Nuh Hesitate Fi Rush Him
Pen Seh Fi Done Him, Di Killas Nuh Trust Him
Hear Him A Go A Obeah Man, Nah Judge Him
’cause Him Have A Demon A Hand Bug Him
Step, Step, Step
Anyweh, A Anyweh Yuh Step
Death, Death, Death
Anyweh, A Any
Hollowpoint, Marrow Fly
Mama Cry
Rise Up ‘e War Machine Fi Cause A Scene
A Murda Mi Like Mi Cold, Mi Heart A Freeze
Mi Show Genasyde Seh Sparta Darker Fi Him
Corey, Yuh Buy Deh Goat Yah Offa Shein
Just Wah Find Di Yard Di Dawg A Sleep
Mi Ask Him Fada Daughta Fada Fi Him
Circle Di Swamp, Di Crocs Dem Gone Back In
Di Rifle, Mi Claat It, Part ‘e Water Fi Him
War Get Ugly
Mi Nuh Play Fair, Yuh Baby Madda Jumpy
A Big Man A War, Enuh
Gwaan Go Siddung, Bitch
Mi Aim Fi Kill, Anuh Fi Nobody Love Mi
And Nut’n Doh Change, Unnu Son Still A Tun Fish
Business Fix, Birthday Neva Comfy
Demon Mek Yuh Torment Inna Luxury
Mobay A Mi Place, Show Me Who Fi Run Mi
Nuh Junkie, Go Drop Inna Yuh Ma, Humpty Dumpty
Coulda Wah Do Dancehall Beatin’ Stick?
Beatin’ From Everybody Weh Yuh Beefing Wit’
Laing Fi Go Buy Gun, Feel Him Slick
Killa Dem Tek ‘e Money And Beat Him Sick
War Kick Off, Him A [?]
Bwoy Run Off, Yuh Couldn’t Even Believe Him Swift
Deh A Dance, Shot A Fire, Him Leavin’ Dis
A Time Fi Go Home, Mama Feeling Sick
Hmm, Betta Yuh Go Inna War Again
You Ago Dead ‘pon Di Day Yuh Born Again
Yuh Betta Baptize Demons Offa Dem
Slowly Torture Dem, Hear Javaun A Beg
Mi Done Pass Fourth And Start Again
Which Bankbook? Richer Dan All A Dem
And Anyweh Mi Buck Unnu, Mi A Cause Problem
Tarrus Riley Betta Inna Yuh Corna, Friend
Step, Step, Step
Anyweh, A Anyweh Yuh Step
Death, Death, Death
Anyweh, A Any
Hollowpoint, Marrow Fly
Mama Cry
