This is like dancehall batting practice, a buncha heavyweight dudes all practicing their hits on the Sex Appeal riddim—on location at Kingston's Lucky 38 strip club, of course. But there's a reason the incredible, regal Bounty Killer gets to go last—he sounds like the voice of Zeus, shouting commands to wine from a cloudy perch on an ancient mountaintop. We're wining, dude, don't lightning-bolt us! (via Dancehall.Mobi)
