R-I-P Wayne "Sleng Teng" Smith.

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KINGSTON, Jamaica -- Singer Wayne Smith, whose computerised song ‘Under mi Sleng Teng’ revolutionised reggae, has died.

Smith's son Tidel Smith, told OBSERVER ONLINE that his father died Monday at Kingston Public Hospital (KPH). He was 48 years old.

He said Smith was admitted to the KPH Friday after complaining of stomach pains. His health improved on Sunday but yesterday it had deteriorated and he died shortly after noon.

An autopsy will be done to determine the cause of death.

Originally from Waterhouse, Smith started his career in 1980 with producer Lloyd 'King Jammys' James who produced ‘Under mi Sleng Teng’ four years later.

‘Under mi Sleng Teng’ was orchestrated by Smith and musician Noel Davey on an inexpensive Casio keyboard. It was first played at dances on James' sound system and got such strong response that James released the song in late 1984.

The 'riddim' of the same name produced numerous hit songs including ‘Pumpkin Belly’ by singer Tenor Saw.

‘Under mi Sleng Teng’ was a trailblazer, triggering dancehall's digital age. It was Smith's biggest hit, though he enjoyed more chart success with songs like ‘Ain't no Meaning in Saying Goodbye’ and ‘Come Along’.

Smith, who operated the Sleng Teng label, is survived by his mother, May Coley, five children, three grandchildren, and five brothers and sisters.


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RIP
"Sleng Teng" rydum was a big part of old school dancehall and my memories of the good pushsumg pemg and
I'll be blowing some tree out of respect.

Lyrics:

Way in my brain, is way in my brain
Is way in my brain, well, now

Under me sleng teng, me under me sleng teng
Under me sleng teng, me under me hey hey
Under me sleng teng, me under me sleng teng
Under me sleng teng, me under me hey hey

Way in my brain, no cocaine
I don't wanna, I don't wanna go insane
Way in my brain, no cocaine
I don't wanna, I don't wanna go insane

Because-a inna me eyes there is red like blood
and I been moving around like a human flood
Smoke out of me mouth and outa me nose
I blow it in the air 'a mek de smoke expose

In Westmoreland a where the sense a-come from
put it in a crocus bag pon the mini van
tek de seed an me mek de 'ash oil
an me put in de barrel 'ca me know it no spoil

I said me smoke it and me pass it thru de windah
an me give it to my nex door neighba

Me said me smoke it and me pass it thru de windah
an me give it to my nex door neighba











 
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damn, it's crazy people dying who are not that much older than me. I'm 37. Damn r.i.p.
 
R.I.P.

Wow!
This is an example of another artist who will never die as long as there is Dancehall. His riddim was the death knell for many a sound and from one time gone you couldn't keep dance or string up sound without 'Sleng Teng' dideh.
 
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