Chronic Law talks dangerous on 'Gone Lef Dem'
Chronic Law skrrts out on a 75 production dubbed ‘Gone Lef Dem’.
The St Thomas, dancehall artist, picks up the mic to this lively and bright instrumental. Produced by the 75 Production team, this record holds all the appealing characteristics of the tropical genre. Bright synths, round bass, snappy slaps, and ‘offbeat’ rhythms.
Potential the genre to hold a the greatest contrast between the music and lyric atmospheres - until Future started singing about crud on pop-rap records - Chronic Law takes brightness of the track and covers it with a shell case of gully bars. There is something eerily sinister about how dancehall music can often sound suited to a nursery rhythm, yet the lyrics are about strapping up; licking off head tops; and fatal beefing with ops. Anyhow, the music slaps. Chronic rides out, thick with content on his piece and the way he handles people.
“No fear boy we no care weh dem come from.”
“Chip Glock, the belly fi this extend. Proll wid 'e rifle it a mi bestfriend.”
“Mi nuh frighten mi obsessed wid gun. Mi carry dem all when it nuh licensed. Di rifle handle look like a crocodile foot.”