​Street GRATITUDE

Testo

Burg City Records in Poetic Collaboration with tHE JB StUDiOs presents: ​Street GRATITUDE (Tightened Internal Rhymal-Chain Stack) ​— The Sovereign ACKNOWLEDGEMENT ​ACKNOWLEDGEMENT TO GOD (spoken intro) Before the speaker speak, before the seeker seek, before the breaker break the beat, I lay my crown upon the ground where grace is absolute and sweet. You formed the frame, You called my name, You sparked the flame inside the dark, You kept me steady on the steady ready till I left my mark. So take the pen, begin again, descend the den where shadows play, and let the rhymal chain sustain the sovereign street array. I claim the prize, again and again and again, again and again and again and again. ​HOOK ​Stack the flow, watch it grow, let the rapid-fire rhythm show, Bound to rise, clear the skies, watch the master blueprint glow. ​VERSE 1: THE CHAIN-LINK RHYTHM ​I step in the street with a beat that is neat and complete, never facing defeat, My cadence is rapid, my structure is frantic, my rhyme is romantic and fleet. They watch how we tighten the script in the write, they see how we lighten the night, From gutter to glitter, no longer a quitter, we locking the matrix outright. The syllable solder, the heavier boulder, the wiser the soldier we grown, We carving the charter, the final starter, the builder and master of stone. No slip on the trip, no dip in the drip, no flip of the script can erase, The power that flowers, the heavenly showers that conquer the earthly disgrace. ​PRE-HOOK ​So check how we stack the track, the rhythm is never slack, Na grace wey dey guard our back. No static, no automatic deceit can ever defeat, Na GOD wey complete the feat. ​HOOK ​Stack the flow, watch it grow, let the rapid-fire rhythm show, Bound to rise, clear the skies, watch the master blueprint glow. ​VERSE 2: THE MULTISYLLABIC ARCHITECTURE ​The master constructor, the rhyme introduction, the beat reduction machine, We weaving the pattern, from Saturn to Manhattan, the sharpest that ever was seen. Internal rhymes aligning, combining, designing, refining the flow, The higher we climbing, the cleaner the timing, the stronger the empire will grow. No stumbling, no mumbling, no tumbling down where the jealous are grumbling low, We sovereign, we governing, brilliantly functioning, watching the glory bestow. The culture is pristine, the vision is widescreen, the pipeline is gleaming and bright, We engineered every endeavor forever to enter the realm of the light. (The Street Gospel & Pain-to-Profit Cadence) ​Beat drops with heavy, weeping highlife guitar arpeggios, slow trap bounce at 88 BPM, street log drums pounding. ​Asiko lo n lo, but the grace no dey slow, From the trenches of the pain, see the blessings overflow. Dem say money no dey grow for the gutter wey we sow, Na the same mud wey block us be the foundation we know. Corizo put the sorrow for the sorrowful guitar, We dey carry heavy crosses, but we shining like a star. No be jazz, no be charm, na the Almighty arm, Wey dey shield us from the storm, wey dey keep us out of harm. Street credibility, reality divinity, We surviving every city with our native identity! From the corner where they doubted to the palace where we seated, Every battle wey dem planned, na the devil wey defeated! ​VERSE 2: (The Paper Boy / Warri Pidgin Raw Truth Cadence) ​Beat switches to raw, hard-hitting 90s boom-bap mixed with heavy street log drums and gritty brass stabs. ​Ehn! Dem think say the hustle na joke, When poverty hold person neck like rope. ​VERSE 3: THE STREET-LEVEL SOVEREIGNTY ​To every creator operating greater, navigating every fate, Who masters the meter, the flow and the heater, and opens the heavy estate. You tighten the screws, you banish the blues, you carry the news of the brand, You conquer the pressure, you measure the treasure, you weather the shifting sand. From Auchi to Benin, where the victories begin and the ancestors speak through the drum, We locking the chain and we clearing the lane till the kingdom-age promises come. No weapon, no barrier, carrier, warrior, terror can alter the line, The rhyme is divine and the future is mine because of the Hand so benign! ​VERSE 4: THE ULTIMATE HARVEST ​The harvest is heavy, the rhythm is steady, the vessel is ready to sail, We tested the fire, we lifted the choir, and nothing is going to fail. Thanks for the power, the pillar, the tower, the flower that blooms in the cold, Thanks for the verses, the breaking of curses, the turning of silver to gold. You tighten the structure, You mend the fracture, You capture the core of the mind, You lead us right through where the skies are blue and the grace is entirely blind. I seal up the stack with the final attack, and leave it right here on the stage, A monument stamped for the future and carved on the history page! ​FINAL HOOK (full chain-gang rhythm, drums hammering, horns blazing) ​Tightened and aligned, locked-in spine, again and again and again, again and again and again and again.