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1. Wayne Marshall, the reggae artist
2. Wayne Marshall, the British pianist, organist and conductor
1.Wayne Marshallβs story is one of rites of passage. Born Wayne Mitchell, the roller coaster ride that made up his young life is what drives Wayne Marshall the artiste. Early years were spent in the Barbican area of Kingston, until his Father - a self-made successful businessman β relocated the family uptown.
Destiny moved the Mitchell family 3 doors away from the front gate of the Father of digital Dancehall, Lloyd βKing Jammyβ James. The King had sons of young Wayneβs age group, so the Waterhouse studio soon became a pre-ordained second home for the music-loving teenager. βAutomatically we get a piece of the ghetto inna we too,β he tells me from my passenger seat, trying to absorb the fast-fading cool of the A/C in my whip. βWe deh deep inna di ghetto a day time at the studio, so we get to realize the livety and we get fi soak in wid the ghetto people and ketch dem mentality to a level,β he adds, acknowledging the importance of the ghetto education he received at βJamminβsβ studio. Sparring with the big manβs offspring meant that the studio was at their disposal, causing Wayne to βstart checking music on a serious levelβ from an early age. It was early β94 and Bounty Killer was as hot as Hell. Marshall recalls Elephant Man in tear-up clothes, Determine begging. Big artists came and went all day long. βAt King Jammyβs I got to know the ropes in the deep heart of Dancehall - dub plate style!β
Using his pass to the Mecca of Dancehall wisely, Wayne began copying Bounty Killerβs style and pattern at school. βBecause I was at Jammyβs I would always have strictly pre-release Bounty Killer material and done the place! Any new tune that Jammyβs released for Bounty I learnt them straight away and was ready to pop it off anytime anyone asked me at school - all day, every day, 1st verse, 2nd verse, anything you want.β The fruits of that labor are tangible in Wayne Marshall the artist and Wayne Mitchell the acclaimed songwriter. βFrom young I saw the channel of originality I should run through,β enthuses Marshall, forgetting the failing A/C for a moment. βThat desire to be original, to be an artiste, was directly from Bounty Killer. His levels of meditation and the standard he brought the lyrics to made me realize it was something I should be a part of.β Age difference and Bountyβs fearsome rep for being unapproachable kept the two entertainerβs paths apart. For the time being.
Marshallβs abounding self-confidence allows him to freely acknowledge his skillz, and he recognised his own talent for lyical construction as soon as, he started penning soulful lyrics at 14. βFrom I was 7 years old I always dreamed, visioned, of performing in front of huge crowds of people,β smiles Marshall, βuntil I realised I could sing and make the girls dem cry, so I just sang and made the girls dem cry!β
Uptown aspirations dictate that children grow up to become lawyers, doctors and pilots but Marshallβs Mother and Father let his free spirit express, itself. βAs an uptown yoot, you are convinced that you should strive for something your schooling can bring you, not something that your natural talent can bring forth,β he explains. βI look on it as a sin for me to neglect my natural talent and force myself to do something else.β Marshall ainβt tryinβ to imagine what he would be doing if he wasnβt doing music. βNothing else could make me feel happy, only music. I couldnβt work and be happy. When I was young I used to listen to music and sit down and wonder how I used to feel this shit so.β As with most things, it didnβt take Marshall long to work it out: βMusicians feel and hear music differently from people who just listen to music. When you have the vibes to write and create music you feel the real musicians around you easily. Sade - I felt her deeply growing up. We used to get vibes from all different places - Sanchez, Atlantic Starr, Bel Biv Devoe, Baby Face, Beres - all dem cats.β
2.Wayne Marshall (born 13 January 1961, Oldham, Lancashire) is a British pianist, organist and conductor.
Marshall was educated at Chetham's School, Manchester and the Royal College of Music. He is a renowned interpreter of the works of George Gershwin, Leonard Bernstein, Duke Ellington and other twentieth century American composers. He has recorded Gershwin's complete works for piano and orchestra with the Aalborg Symphony, acting as conductor and piano soloist.
He has appeared as a pianist with Kim Criswell, Tasmin Little, Natalie Clein, Ole Edvard Antonsen and Willard White. He has also performed with the Berliner Philharmoniker and Philharmonia Orchestra.
As organist he has appeared in many of the world's top venues. Recent seasons have included recitals at Notre Dame, Paris; the Royal Festival Hall; Symphony Hall, Birmingham and Westminster Abbey. He is also organist in residence at Manchester's Bridgewater Hall. He has also recorded Saint-SaΓ«ns' Organ Symphony.
In October 2004 premiered of James MacMillan's organ concerto A Scotch Bestiary with the Los Angeles Philharmonic Orchestra under Esa-Pekka Salonen.
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G. Spot
Wayne Marshall Lyrics
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Notorious B.I.G.
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Yo, check it
Call Lil' Cease
Tell that muh'fucker to bring me some muh'fuckin weed for this hospital
man fuck that
and go take about like twenty G's from Gino
Tell that muh'fucker get this nigga next door up out of here
Nigga be snorin all night I can't sleep (hehe)
Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick
(Bad Boy Big, c'mon)
The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery
but the nurses is lovin me
Sayin the best part of the day is my half
Feedin me breakfast, and givin me a sponge bath
Niggaz say I died dead in the streets
Nigga I'm gettin high, gettin head on the beach
Chillin, sittin on about half a million
With all my niggaz, all my guns, all my women
Next two years, I should see about a billion
All for the love of drug dealin
Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks (fuck them)
Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips (that's right)
All the time, Big Poppa kick the war rhymes
Raw flows, and that's how it goes
[Puff Daddy]
NOTORIOUS!
C'mon. we are, we are
NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
He is. he is.
NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
This for my niggaz slingin thangs, had my ring encaged
Truck, necklace, igloo ring and things
For the bitches, who see them rims spin and grin
That shit with the V-trim that win
and the enormous fields disperse of rap
On the road to the riches more furs to drag
More niggaz to kill, than birds to bag
Hit the jeweler and splurge the tab, uh
Hops, out the truck like, "Trick, what up?"
Call me Sean if you suck, call me gone when I nut
That's the end of us, get your friend to fuck
Untwist and bend her up, you know the deal
Niggaz talkin real greasy on some ballin shit (that's right)
Funny how quick these pricks forget
Actin like I ain't the reason they traded they shit
Switched that 5, copped that 6 (that's right)
It's all good, you know who the clone is
Fuck the Joneses, niggaz tryin to keep up with the Combses
[Puff Daddy]
C'mon y'all.
NOTORIOUS!
We are, we are . (what's his name)
NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
He is, he is. (c'mon, what's his name?)
NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
[Lil' Kim]
Who that queen bitch, keep her glass filled to the rim?
The Notorious K-I to the M
That's me, on MTV, no doubt
Titty out like what - I don't give a fuck!
Y'all know my attitude, can't stand my cologne
Then stay your ass home, you and your chaperone
Things done changed, but we continue to reign
as the King and the Queen of hip-hop, me and B.I.
Frank White still listen to all the (a)'ttention
I'm by his side, with the chrome fifth, playin my position
Sexy, young thing, from the ghetto
That bitch rockin mics in high heel stilletos
We takin over like Francis
Switchin our styles like the hottest new dancers
See, I let y'all live to stack a LITTLE paper
Be glad I pushed my album back, I did y'all hoes a favor!
[Puff Daddy]
She did you a favor, c'mon now, yeah
NOTORIOUS!
NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
He is, he is. (c'mon, what's his name?)
Bad Boy baby, D.R. c'mon
NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
We are, we are .
Queen Bee baby, we are, c'mon
NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
He is, he is. (B.I.G. baby, he is c'mon)
NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
We are, we are .
Bad Boy 2000
NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
B.I.G. Born Again (he is. he is.)
and he won't stop
NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
cause he can't stop, yeah, uh-huh
We are, we are. (Brooklyn baby)
NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
He is, he is.
The lyrics to G. Spot by Wayne Marshall featuring Vybz Kartel are about sexual desires and pleasures. In the first verse, Wayne Marshall describes his attraction to a woman because of her curves, specifically her G-spot, and how she has control over him. He also mentions how she is probably seeing other men, but he chooses to ignore it because of his love for her. The chorus then repeats the phrase "G-spot, love me girl" emphasizing his desire for her.
In the second verse, Vybz Kartel voices his own sexual desires towards a woman. He talks about how he wants to pleasure her and make her scream his name. He also mentions how he is a dangerous man and encourages the woman to take risks with him. The chorus then repeats the phrase "G-spot, love me girl" again.
Overall, the lyrics are raunchy, but also express the passion and desire that the singers have towards their respective partners.
Line by Line Meaning
Call Lil' Cease
Tell that muh'fucker to bring me some muh'fuckin weed for this hospital
man fuck that
Tell that reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez
and go take about like twenty G's from Gino
Tell that muh'fucker get this nigga next door up out of here
Nigga be snorin all night I can't sleep (hehe)
Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick
The rapper is in the hospital and asks his friend to get him some weed. He wants the hospital staff to leave him alone and asks his friend to collect money and take the guy next door away because he snores loudly. He also wants a nurse he is attracted to, to give him oral sex.
The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery
but the nurses is lovin me
Sayin the best part of the day is my half
Feedin me breakfast, and givin me a sponge bath
The rapper is recovering in hospital and is being well taken care of. The nurses are loving him and consider the time they spend giving him a sponge bath and feeding him breakfast to be the best part of their day.
Niggaz say I died dead in the streets
Nigga I'm gettin high, gettin head on the beach
Chillin, sittin on about half a million
With all my niggaz, all my guns, all my women
Next two years, I should see about a billion
All for the love of drug dealin
Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks (fuck them)
Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips (that's right)
All the time, Big Poppa kick the war rhymes
Raw flows, and that's how it goes
The rapper is not dead despite rumors to the contrary. He is relaxing on the beach with his friends, firearms, and women, indulging in drugs and eagerly anticipating the income he will make from his drug business in the upcoming years. He has no respect for his competition and is willing to get violent if necessary. Despite all this, he remains a lyrical powerhouse.
This for my niggaz slingin thangs, had my ring encaged
Truck, necklace, igloo ring and things
For the bitches, who see them rims spin and grin
That shit with the V-trim that win
and the enormous fields disperse of rap
On the road to the riches more furs to drag
More niggaz to kill, than birds to bag
Hit the jeweler and splurge the tab, uh
Hops, out the truck like, "Trick, what up?"
Call me Sean if you suck, call me gone when I nut
That's the end of us, get your friend to fuck
Untwist and bend her up, you know the deal
Niggaz talkin real greasy on some ballin shit (that's right)
Funny how quick these pricks forget
Actin like I ain't the reason they traded they shit
Switched that 5, copped that 6 (that's right)
It's all good, you know who the clone is
Fuck the Joneses, niggaz tryin to keep up with the Combses
The rapper is celebrating the lavish lifestyle that comes with drug dealing, with all the jewelry, accessories, cars, and women it provides. He takes full advantage of his wealth to indulge himself sexually and financially. He is dismissive of his peers who criticize his way of life, claiming he is the one who inspired them to copy him in the first place. He also takes a dig at other successful people and encourages his followers to ignore them.
Who that queen bitch, keep her glass filled to the rim?
The Notorious K-I to the M
That's me, on MTV, no doubt
Titty out like what - I don't give a fuck!
Y'all know my attitude, can't stand my cologne
Then stay your ass home, you and your chaperone
Things done changed, but we continue to reign
as the King and the Queen of hip-hop, me and B.I.
Frank White still listen to all the (a)'ttention
I'm by his side, with the chrome fifth, playin my position
Sexy, young thing, from the ghetto
That bitch rockin mics in high heel stilletos
We takin over like Francis
Switchin our styles like the hottest new dancers
See, I let y'all live to stack a LITTLE paper
Be glad I pushed my album back, I did y'all hoes a favor!
The female rapper is introducing herself as the notorious queen of rap, who is unapologetic, provocative, and successful. She brags about her MTV appearance and exposes her breasts. She is confident and encourages her critics to stay away from her. She is aware that hip-hop has evolved, but she and the deceased Notorious B.I.G. still rule the genre. She claims to be Frank White's sidekick, holding her own with a chrome gun, dressed in sexy clothes. She and her partner are compared to Francis, the historical figure who took over the world by force. She lets her rivals enjoy some success but is quick to remind them of her power by delaying her album. She believes she did them all a favor by doing so.
Writer(s): Gerald Edward Levert, Randall C. Bowland, Flemual Brown Iii
Contributed by Hannah R. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Vanity Lee Life
Big tune it's timeless who's listening in 2020
unanimous stunter
I'm in 2021 vibing
valrie jackson
Right here 2021ππ₯π₯ Wayne Marshall...my fellow Jamaican
Anna Raiola
Yes 2021
Stuart Bennett
Meeee
the hand of truths devout follower
2021 here
Sharon Collins
G spot Wayne Marshall is a wicked track doesn't matter how old it is this tune will always be a classic I think there should be more tunes like this today
Alan Thompson
Hi guyβs s wayne Marshall still doing his thing still heβs a real gentleman check it out guysβ¦β¦ https://youtu.be/V78TfDa-8i0
AJ Twist
Sharon Collins well said he a legend
Rachel Reeves
Sharon Collins they should do i love this song ππ