I-taweh, also known as Donavan “Danny Gitz” Cunningham, was born in the hil… Read Full Bio ↴I-taweh, also known as Donavan “Danny Gitz” Cunningham, was born in the hills of St. Ann, Jamaica to Rupert and Ruby Cunningham. He was raised in the farming community of Prickly Pole, just a few miles from the home where Bob Marley grew in Nine Mile. I-taweh spent most of his childhood farming alongside his father and four siblings. As a youth, he began playing music with his family and friends. His musical career started shortly after his move from the country to Kingston in 1992, where he was given the name “Danny Gitz” because of his growing reputation as an outstanding musician. He began his first tour with “High Symbol” in 1994. He then went on to become the youngest member of the original Nyabhingi group “The Mystic Revelation of Rastafari”. During those years he was also doing significant work with Sugar Minott. He later became the guitarist for Everton Blender, and then went on to work with the “Yellow Wall Dub Squad”. For the past few years he has been a band member and the opening act for artists such as the Abyssinians, Richie Spice, Anthony B, Gregory Isaacs, Yami Bolo, Iqulah, Ini Kamoze, Sister Carol, the Melodians, the Mighty Diamonds, Junior Reid, Tanya Stepehens and many more… I-taweh’s incredible versatility on guitar and bass, precise vocals, and vibrant stage presence has kept him in high demand not only for live stage performances, but in the studio as well. On any given day you can hear his guitar licks playing on the radio waves of IRIE FM and radio stations across the globe. “Danny Gitz” has recorded for several major artists such as: Sade, Capleton, Morgan Heritage, Sugar Minott, Luciano, etc., and helped compose much of Iqulah’s latest released album “Rastafari Forever” on which the Marley brothers are featured. He has played music for many major festivals in Jamaica, Europe, and North America including: Rebel Salute, Sting, Sumfest, Sunsplash, Monterey Bay reggae festival, Sierra Nevada, Reggae Rising, Reggae on the River, NW World Reggae, Reggae Sundance, Ratatam, etc. Over the years I-taweh has been writing and composing all of his own music, and laying tracks in Jamaica, Europe, and North America. I-taweh’s music is featured in the award winning movie “African Rush (the ultimate ride)” and “The FIND: Claiming the Nelscott Reef”. His album “Overload” is soon to be released under his own production company “Tap Nat Muzik”. Currently I-taweh is RINSING the radio waves of IRIE FM in Jamaica with his two singles “Overload” and “Braveheart” which were freshly released in January 2010. The response has been overwhelming! He is currently touring and performing his music live in venues and for major festivals in North America, and Jamaica. He is captivating audiences all over the world with his moving lyrics and phenomenal musical abilities. Itawe’s unique and original sound comes from his Jamaican roots combined with inspirations from his travels abroad. His music is diverse and reflects his passion for Human Rights and Social Justice. Whether performing acoustic or vibesing up the house with his original reggae roots/culture sound, he is winning the hearts of his listeners and continuously leaves his audience wanting more!

Jah Bless
I-Taweh Lyrics

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This is for the four fathers yeah the street authors
Better now A-R's in the cheap office
Rappers that never got sign but they keep offers
Bitches is way to find to keep off us
Gave her a handshake only for my man sake
She in her birthday suit cause of the damn cake
Now its crumbs all over the damn place
And she want me to cum over all over her damn face

No babies no babies need the money maybe
You should probably start a label
Lable money over niggas life crazy learn basics
sip fuck up my liver heart to heart's what I deliver start seeing the bigger picture
If she see me she see we but I aint really seeing that
We on the matress mat I make her match and then I make her tap
I love to spit all the facts higher where the attic at?
I wreck the hoe I wreck the track now tell me can u handle that?
And if u can't handle that I grab the steering wheel
Blood and body parts laying on the window still
Joyriding with my nigga what a thrill
I got head when she bowed when she should've kneel
I slaughter new kids so u know im born to kill
I pack-a-punch a punchline its clutch time I know my mind is great when I write like great minds
I don't bypass I pass rap I'm back on my time
This is my momma shit I use to hear this through the walls in the hood when I was back on my pajama shit
Afro's and marijuana sticks seeds of the ganja had it popping like the sample that im rhyming with
This is my momma shit I use to hear this through the walls in the hood when I was back on my pajama shit
Afro's and marijuana sticks seed of the ganja had it poppin like the sample that im rhyming with this is my momma shit
Never go back moving forward on going
I cook the beat one time like an old foreman
You can't hold your own better build your own fort then
I'm back like my spine intacted with attack forces
Like they attacked justin they call me pearl harbor
Removing women children im cuttin up like barbers
They paper commin up shorter then Hitler's mustache and fuck the comforment we come to bust ass
Hold up when I roll up you know I roll one
She rolling she bout to show me all the shit hopefully
She want me she know my tone B she call me Tony
So lowkey I do it work it out until the morning
And when the night time come (hahahaha)
We take a flight young bruh (wooooooooo)
So just show some love (yeah)
Just lettin you know
This is my momma shit
I used to hear this through the walls back in the hood when I was back on my pajama shit
Afros and marijuana sticks seeds of the ganja had it poppin like the sample that I'm rhyming with
This is my momma shit I use to hear this through the walls in the hood when I was back on my pajama shit
Afro's and marijuana sticks seeds ofbthe ganja had it poppin like the sample that im rhyming with this is my momma shit

Don't
Don't rewind
Pleasssee don't

Don't rewind
So please don't

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of I-Taweh's song Jah Bless are an intense and complex exploration of the realities of urban life, gang culture, and hip hop. The song centers around the idea of paying tribute to those who have come before us, specifically the "street authors" who have paved the way for the rappers and artists of today. The verses are full of vivid imagery, with the singer describing everything from sexual conquests to joyriding with his friends to the violent removal of his enemies. Along the way, he touches on themes of greed, ambition, and the corrupting influence of money and power.

Line by Line Meaning

This is for the four fathers yeah the street authors
A tribute to the forefathers who were street authors

Better now A-R's in the cheap office
A-R's reaching new heights in their career

Rappers that never got sign but they keep offers
Unsigned rappers still receive offers from labels

Bitches is way to find to keep off us
Women are too attracted to stay away from us

Gave her a handshake only for my man sake
I greeted her politely for my friend's sake

She in her birthday suit cause of the damn cake
She is naked because of the cake

Now its crumbs all over the damn place
The cake has made a mess

And she want me to cum over all over her damn face
She wants me to ejaculate on her face

No babies no babies need the money maybe
Avoiding having children and possibly starting a money-making venture instead

You should probably start a label
Suggestion to start a music label

Lable money over niggas life crazy learn basics
Prioritizing money over personal relationships is insane

sip fuck up my liver heart to heart's what I deliver start seeing the bigger picture
Drinking negatively affects my health, so I deliver heartfelt messages and encourage seeing the bigger picture

If she see me she see we but I aint really seeing that
She sees the group when she sees me, but I don't feel the same

We on the matress mat I make her match and then I make her tap
We are on the bed, I make her climax and then make her submit

I love to spit all the facts higher where the attic at?
I like to rap truthfully and at a higher level, like where the attic is

I wreck the hoe I wreck the track now tell me can u handle that?
I destroy the woman and the track, can you handle it?

And if u can't handle that I grab the steering wheel
If you can't handle it, I will take control

Blood and body parts laying on the window still
There is blood and body parts on the window sill

Joyriding with my nigga what a thrill
Driving recklessly with my friend for fun

I got head when she bowed when she should've kneel
She performed oral sex incorrectly

I slaughter new kids so u know im born to kill
I destroy new rappers, proving I was born to kill

I pack-a-punch a punchline its clutch time I know my mind is great when I write like great minds
My punchlines are powerful and timely, my mind is at its best when writing like the greats

I don't bypass I pass rap I'm back on my time
I don't disregard rap, I still respect and participate in it on my own terms

This is my momma shit I use to hear this through the walls in the hood when I was back on my pajama shit
This music is nostalgic for me, as I used to hear it growing up in the hood

Afro's and marijuana sticks seeds of the ganja had it popping like the sample that im rhyming with
Afros and marijuana were popular in the hood, like the sample I'm currently rapping on

Never go back moving forward on going
Never look back, always keep moving forward

I cook the beat one time like an old foreman
I make the beat perfectly, like a skilled chef

You can't hold your own better build your own fort then
If you can't handle yourself, build your own support system

I'm back like my spine intacted with attack forces
I'm back stronger than ever, with a healthy spine and a powerful team

Like they attacked justin they call me pearl harbor
Like the attack on Justin, they compare me to the infamous attack on Pearl Harbor

Removing women children im cuttin up like barbers
I am metaphorically 'cutting up' women and children like a barber, causing chaos

They paper commin up shorter then Hitler's mustache and fuck the comforment we come to bust ass
Their money is running short and they are disappointing, and we are here to cause trouble

Hold up when I roll up you know I roll one
Wait a minute, when I arrive you know I'm bringing marijuana

She rolling she bout to show me all the shit hopefully
She is preparing to show me something sexual, hopefully

She want me she know my tone B she call me Tony
She desires me and knows my voice well, calling me Tony

So lowkey I do it work it out until the morning
We are doing something quietly and will continue until the morning

And when the night time come (hahahaha)
Laughs, anticipating the night time

We take a flight young bruh (wooooooooo)
We are getting high, excitedly

So just show some love (yeah)
Show us some love

Just lettin you know
Just informing you

Don't
Don't do something, unclear what

Don't rewind
Don't go back, or repeat a previous action

Pleasssee don't
A plea to not do something

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