As the track looped—a jagged, glitchy reggae riddim—Damian began to chant. It wasn't a song yet; it was an incantation. “Dem a go tired fe see me face...”
"Make it bun dem," Damian growled, a command to set the old systems on fire. Skrillex Make It Bun Dem
The fusion felt wrong on paper—London-born dubstep aggression meeting the royal lineage of reggae—but in the room, it was elemental. Skrillex chopped the vocals in real-time, stuttering Damian’s voice until it sounded like a weapon firing. As the track looped—a jagged