THE XOULFUL BECOMING REMIX

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BURG CITY RECORDS in Poetic Collaboration with tHE JB StUDiOs Presents: THE XOULFUL BECOMING REMIX Benin Bounce · Waffi Renounce · Lasgidi Announce CYCLE I: FOUNDATION POUR — ROOTS IN THE CONCRETE: Steady-aligning-me, heavy-combining-me, Ready-defining-me, JiNG-and-BiNG-timing-me. Pressure-be-testing-me, ancestors-blessing-me, Street dey address me, no system suppress me! Foundation-deepening, generation-keeping, No-sleep, soul-creeping, old wounds done seeping. Scattered-pain, patterned-brain, battered-frame regain, Turn the rain into grain, turn the strain into gain! Dem dey talk lyric, we dey build with the logic, Sonic-symbolic, hypnotic, harmonic. Cynic dey criticise, mystic dey synthesise, Juju dey mobilise, old wisdom modernise! Street-cannot-swallow-me, future-must-follow-me, System get hollow, but destiny call on me. Rhythm dey heal me, digital seal me, Spirit dey fill me, no pressure fit kill me! From-the-drum-to-the-code, we dey clear every road, From-the-voice-to-the-law, make the truth stand bold. Vocal-saturation, total-restoration, Local-vibration, global-transformation! CYCLE II: FRICTION LOCK — PRESSURE TO POWER: Concrete-testing-me, asphalt-arresting-me, Pressure-investing-me, history-addressing-me. Iron-sharpening, dark-room-brightening, Thunder keep rumbling, foundation tightening! No-dey-dilute-strain, no-dey-filter-heavy-rain, Take the ghetto pain, make the people gain. Burg City engine room, sonic boom in the gloom, Plant the seed, feed the need, make the whole field bloom! Clause upon clause, we dey question their laws, Fix the flaws, earn applause, put the work in the cause. No accidental vibration, na deliberate creation, From the street to the structure, na reconstruction! Code in the vocal cord, sharpen the sonic sword, Lineage restored, every memory scored. Blood in the battery, no time for flattery, Shatter the fallacy, build the capacity! Hustle dey humble me, trouble no crumble me, Muscle dey strengthen me, destiny summon me. Story been buried, but memory carried it, Retrieve am, review am, rewire am, relay am! Cold! Bold! — make the whole truth show! Told! Sold! — no let the roots go cold! Pain! Gain! — turn the loss to a lesson! Rain! Grain! — grow the seed through the pressure! Blessing be pressing, the lesson addressing The stress we been stressing, the soul still progressing. Pressure keep dressing the pain as a message, We turn am to method, then build on the leverage! Unfold and behold as the young roots grow, Faith in the hold, let the old truths flow. Mould the tomorrow from lessons we know, Gold from the struggle — make the whole thing glow! Reload the road code, explode the old mode, Decode the overload, redistribute the load. No short-cut, no luck, put the work in the plot, If the root no connect, then the fruit fit rot! Gather the matter, make fear scatter, Shatter the pattern that made pain fatter. Letter get better, the setter no falter, Bring every broken piece back to the altar! Sunday for prayer, Monday for labour, Faith in the spirit, work for the neighbour. One day the payday go answer the labour, But first build the road, then improve the behaviour! Quietly moving, the movement improving, No noisy proving, na real work we dey do am. Riot of ideas, no violence to feed am, Give the mind good food, let the wisdom lead am! Low-key, no showboat, we dey build the whole road, Decode every overload, distribute the load. No hype, just type what the evidence wrote, No guess, just assess what the records denote! Petrol dey rise, we dey measure the price, Keke fare surprise, we dey capture the rise. Light no dey stable, generator dey bite, We record the condition, bring the figures to light! Spiritually-mending-me, endlessly-extending-me, Tenderly-defending-me, mentally-bending-me. Quietly-gracing-me, destiny-facing-me, Ancestry-tracing-me, sovereignly-placing-me! Horizontally-storing it, vertically-restoring it, Spiritually-pouring it, eternally-exploring it. Memory-carrying, future-preparing me, Pressure comparing me, purpose declaring me! Rooted and routed, the doubt gets rerouted, Crowded with knowledge, old myths get scouted. Recorded, reported, reviewed and retorted, Ratified, referenced — the record supported! Street to the sheet, put the beat to the feet, Bring the fact to the track, make the pattern complete. From the roots to the routes, let the people speak out, Turn the voice into choice, make the future come about! Past to the present, the present to planning, Culture to commerce, the whole thing expanding. Memory to method, the method to making, Foundation to future — no shortcut, no faking! Pressure to purpose, the purpose to practice, Rhythm to reason, the reason to tactics. From pocket to project, from concept to craft, Build something lasting, let the whole world ask! FINAL CHANT — The foundation no be fashion. The rhythm no be random. The becoming no be accident. Na memory, intelligence and imagination — working as one.