King Stitt

Winston Sparkes (17 September 1940 – 31 January 2012), better known as King Stitt, was a Jamaican pioneer DJ.

Biography

He earned the nickname as a boy because of his stuttering and decided to use it as his stage name. Stitt began deejaying on Clement Dodd's Sir Coxsone's Downbeat Sound System in 1956.

Count Machuki, the original Jamaican deejay, noticed him for his dancing and offered him to try his hand on the mic. Stitt soon built his own deejay set, occasionally replacing him and eventually becoming one of the most popular deejays on the island's dances. He became King Stitt when he was crowned "king of the deejays" in 1963, in the heyday of ska.

Following the folding of Sir Coxsone's Downbeat's sound system around 1968 (as Coxsone preferred to concentrate on recordings), Stitt found himself working as a mason in Ocho Rios. He had been deejaying at the mic for over ten years when he was first recorded over brand new reggae rhythms in 1969, creating some of the first deejay records ever.

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King Stitt

ALBUMS

Born: 1939-09-17

Died: 2012-01-31

PLAYLIST TIME:

Karate King

by: Sewing With Nancie (The Reason)

I looked up to you until you got the attitude
My friends looked up to me, I was a karate dude
I kick and I punch and I block and I strike, I do almost anything
But that makes me incompetent, you are the Karate King
Hurt me once more I like that
Push me down on to the mat
Gouge my eyes now I can't see
Karate King has come for me
[Chorus]
And we all say "Hey man, today!, What the hell is wrong with you?
Would you do what I say, for what I say is always true
If you can get your black belt you just might be as good as me"
God save the King, God save the King
When I first joined the school I didn't know what I was getting into, I wanted to quit
But my concience said: "Stay in, stay in!" and now I've completely had it
With this macho attitude, why the hell do you think you're so good?
Maybe you should seek some help, comon, I think you should
Pick me up then throw me down
Take a fight onto the ground
You're having fun as I can see
But I must admit you're no Bruce Lee
[Chorus]
Why must you be so dishonest?
Why must I act upon it?
Why does it get on my nerves?
And I still stay!
Punch me harder, that feels great
Kick my head, trigger my hate
My body's bruised, arm's in a sling
Go to Hell, Karate King
[Chorus]
Hey man, today!, Oh, I am done with you
I won't do what you say, what you say reflects on you
And I'll never get a black belt, in my heart, I have earned the WORLD




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