The Kalakuta Kontinuum Remix

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Burg City Records in Poetic Collaboration with tHE JB StUDiOs presents: The Kalakuta Kontinuum: [SONIC ENGINE: Afro-Juju • Highlife • Fuji-Wire • Afrobeat Fire] [CREED STAMP: Research • Record • Review • Report • Ratify • Revere] Before beginning, GOD! Before becoming, GOD! Before believing, GOD profound! Before belonging, GOD unbound as Roots & Rhythm Resound-Surround.. Now listen sharp... This is Black Rhythm & Xoulful Blues continues.. Wey Don finally become the Blueprint of Dem Juju Xound as rhythm amuse-make-continuum-no-loose.. [VERSE 1] (Melodic, introspective cadence — fast-pitched, soulful delivery) Mama stood for the nation with no hesitation, Break the tax regulation and dark limitation, Bring the whole generation to pure liberation, Now we build on the station with full dedication. From the root of the story, we shoot for the glory, In the hall of the palace, the ancient repository, No be fable or theory, the table is clear, Put a chair for the ancestor, chair for who near. Hear the horn from the stage, as we turn every page, Unlocking the cage with the rhythm and rage, From the mother’s courage to the pikin wisdom, This na royal heritage inside the algorithm! [VERSE 2 — ERIGGA] (Pitched down, heavy Waffi street cadence — razor-sharp multisyllabic stacks) Look, Abeokuta women stand for the tax fight, No be play for the market, dem lock down the street tight, Mama Funmilayo carry the fire go palace, Tell the king and colonial say no more malice! Now the pikin carry trumpet go build Kalakuta, Turn the beat to rebellion, no time for commuter, Street no be theater, na sound with intention, Afro-Juju, Highlife, full musical dimension! From the shrine to the server, the flame no go tire, We dey wire the choir with rhythm and desire, No surrender for section, na pure execution, ​[VERSE 3] ​(Melodic, introspective cadence — fast-pitched, street-poetic delivery) ​Na God of generation, na God of revelation, We stand for the foundation, before the formation, No need for orientation, we speak with articulation, From the initial inspiration to the final configuration. ​When our mothers carried burden, through the hidden heavy burden, We sought a better version, past the limit of the person, Now the curtain is emerging, where the rivers are converging, And the ancestors are urging that the spirit stay surging. ​Look at Mama Funmilayo, with the power and the fire, She mobilised the choir, took the struggle ever higher, Organised the entire, made the tax regime expire, Now the legacy desire no go ever fit tire! ​She fought for emancipation, brought national conversation, Feminine frustration turned to political transformation, From local confrontation to a sacred invocation, Now her name na foundation for the whole black nation! ​[VERSE 4] ​(Pitched down, heavy Waffi street cadence — razor-sharp multisyllabic stacks) ​Look, from mother unto son, na the story wey dem run, From the bullet in the gun to the rising of the sun, Fela take the resistance, turn am to rhythm persistence, Put the truth in the distance, give the people real existence. ​He made the trumpet sound like movement, the bassline with improvement, The drum with political approval and removal, E dey make your mind awake while your body start to shake, No be fake for the state, na the truth wey dem dey hate! ​Kalakuta no be house, e pass four wall and ceiling, Na ancestral spiritual feeling wey dey bring deep healing, E dey walk, e dey talk, e dey knock, e dey shock, E dey rock, e dey unlock, e dey crack every clock! ​Bring the chair for the table, for who fit and who disabled, For the ancestor in fable and the pikin wey be cable, We dey share the whole glory, we dey write the broadside story, From Abeokuta territory to the Juju inventory! ​[VERSE 5 DUAL CHAIN] ​(Alternating rapid-fire bars — high intensity) (​MAGICIAN BiNGiUM): Family carry the attire, we dey aspire to inspire, With the Afrobeat fire and the Juju rhythm supplier! ​(Celebrity DiNGiUM): Percussion perspiration, amplifier acceleration, Guitar-string articulation, drum-language translation! ​(Afro): Na sound wey no surrender, na flame wey no slumber, Na ember wey remember inside darkness of December! ​(Zombie): The fire no go die, we dey take the matter high, Underneath the Bini sky, we dey fly, we dey try! ​[OUTRO — CHORAL SWEEP & TALKING DRUM] ​(Talking drum mimics the final rhymal-chain cadence) ​JUJU: Black Rhythm! CHOIR: Soulful Blues! JUJU: The Blueprint of Di Juju Xound! ​PAGE → AGE → HERITAGE INK NEVER DRIES So Says the Ancestral Sage of Bini Kingdom from our lineage. GOD IS THE GREATEST again & again & again & again & again & again & again!