Black Chiney is a Jamaican sound system based in Miami, Florida. It consists of four Chinese Jamaicans: Supa Dups, Bobby Chin, Willy Chin and Walshy Killa. The Caribbean slang "Black Chiney" refers to this racial mix.
Black Chiney often travels around the world as a sound system for nightclubs, concerts and other party venues. The quartet also participates in sound clashes in their native Jamaica.
Before Black Chiney came to prominence, founding member Supa Dups (born Dwayne Chin-Quee) was a DJ at Miami's Power 96 radio station (WPOW 96.5) for two years, in his early teens. As Supa got older, he had an interest in music production. In fact, his aunt figured that he was so serious about becoming a producer, so she mortgaged her house in Miami and bought him an Akai MPC3000. Not long after, Supa began mixing dancehall riddims with hip hop (mainly Miami bass).
Bobby Chin (born Robert Lee) was a selector in Kingston, Jamaica before he migrated to the U.S. at the age of 21. He settled in Washington, D.C., and was a selector for his cousin's Super Power Earthquake sound system. Eventually, Bobby Chin joined a Tampa-based sound system called Poison Dart, of which Supa Dups was a member. Poison Dart travelled extensively throughout North America and the Caribbean.
Verse 1:
At night I can feel the vibe in sight
straight through the individual in flight
Everybody got hit when I bust heat, I had to let the 1-2 guage...speak
Why? Because we Murder MC's everyday, motherfuckers don't play
Straight from the under, whenever I see the wonder, I wonder
How, nuff punk niggas got caught let's start, the art is the choclate
I'm sparkin' it, play the quarterback, hut, so I can get a nut
When I take a pull niggas your dead bwoy what?
I'm talking to you and your whole crew, pick 'em out
Whatever one you want dead first
save the best for last cause I got a verse
That'll burst like Bubble Yum, troublesome
dumb niggas in the back on crack thats...
Hook:
"6 feet deep in the crease" (x16)
Verse 2:
Thunder, thunder from the one
the original one to pack heat like the sun
Pull a gun, niggas better run, FAST, nigga what?
Nigga bring apon cock on ass
Look behind and feel the heat from the devil on your back
I'm pullin' a mac, hum, now learn your lesson, now Smif-N-Wesson
Recognize that Heltah Skeltah's on the rise
and you can look into the eyes of a devil
Motherfuck a 10% cause when I represent the 5%, the God's get bend
Shake from the right to left now left to right
You drop the mic cause you was BUTT, throw your hands up WHAT?
Fatigue wear up to here, no fear
wear your TImberlands tie them up now we in there
I get no time to fake G's, come follow me
6 feet deep inside the creep
Hook (x16)
Verse 3:
First MC up to bat, Buckshot back never wack
cause I can attack the shrat?
Black and original crooks style, no style is the bitch ass style
You fuck around and get the gun blaow, look at me now bwoy
Come test, get out the buddha,sees can make a man get finesse
You must be fuckin' with that backyard bullshit
Cause the cord shit that I fuck with get me it, no doubt
A dime of that Hawaiian sess, make a nigga like me finesse
Forget about stress just parlay, play the side
And I'm a take you niggas on another ride, like...