Burg City Gritty

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BURG CITY RECORDS In Poetic Collaboration with tHE JB STUDIOS Presents: Burg City Gritty (Talking drum, one 808 hit, then silence) Ad-lib: "Burg City! JB Studios! Ehen!" Na God first, no odd, no fraud, na Him guard my yard, Yard to studio, radio go know, na Architect dey direct. Before the console power on, before pen touch page, na prayer I sing, Breath, wisdom, rhythm: na Him give am, na Him live in am. Verse 1: Audio-Logic Stack (16 bars) (Flow: steady, 4 beats per bar, snare on 2 and 4) Check the patch-bay, say the way I lay the play, Play with the code, load the node, na Enerhen boy dey mode. Mode of street, beat and heat, heat to server room, bloom, Bloom for design, line by line, I compile the rhyme. Rhyme no cheap, I keep the deep, deep like sleep, creep, Creep no sweep my seat, na beat I eat, repeat, complete! Complete the mix, fix the tricks, bricks on bricks, kicks and clicks, Clicks for the wire, fire, higher, buyer, supplier, choir! Ad-lib: Wire am! Choir sing hymn, limb and brim, Waffi boy swim where the dim go dim, Dim to light, right, sight, fight, night to height, Height no joke, smoke and spoke, woke, broke the yoke, Yoke of poor, door, floor, more, score, sure! Hook (8 bars) (Crowd responds on the caps) Stack am, pack am, track am, hack am, back am, crack am! Waffi boy code am, load am, road am, bold am, told am, gold am! Zero latency, legacy, energy, remedy, no enemy! ENERHEN TO SERVER ROOM! Ad-lib: "Who dey? We dey!" Verse 2: The SQL-to-Console (16 bars) Select star from hustle, where the ghetto table join the coin, Coin for the main, chain and brain, drain the pain, gain again. Foreign key of poverty, delete am, repeat am, defeat am, seat am, Drop table poor, insert wealth for floor, more and door, score! Inner join the console, control, goal, whole, soul, roll, Update the balance, talents and challenge, status to overflowing. Commit, submit, admit no quit, fit the bit, community lit! Group by rhythm, passion having, order by master mix, Syntax error? I fix, no tricks, sticks and bricks! Punchline: Query don run, deadlock don done, no delay, na play, we stay! Ad-lib: "Commit am!" Verse 3: The Street Story (16 bars) (Storytelling verse; slow the flow, let each line breathe) I remember the December when rent dey press, less than guess, Guess na stress, bless, mess, dress, yes to the test. Mama no sleep, weep and keep, deep for the heap, cheap, Cheap na the meal, but real na the zeal, deal with the wheel. Papa say, "Pikin, listen, glisten, mission no fiction, Fiction na friction, but conviction na tradition, position." I hold that word, heard, stirred, blurred, occurred, Occurred for me to be and see, free, key, three! Three years later, elevator, creator, navigator, generator, Generator for neighbour, labour, favour, flavour, savour! Verse 4: The Ascent (16 bars) (Flow: tempo up, double-time on the last four bars) Dem say I no go fly, but the sky na my supply, supply for the why, why I try, Try every day, pray, weigh, say, stay on the way, Way wey narrow, I arrow, sparrow to tomorrow, borrow no sorrow, Sorrow na teacher, preacher of feature, creature to creature. Ad-lib: "Teach am!" Studio light, tonight, bright, right, write, ignite, Ignite the mic, like the hike, strike, psych, spike! Mic to crowd, loud, proud, bowed, vowed, allowed, Allowed by grace, place, race, pace, face to space. Punchline: Nobody build empire with fire in the mire without wire, desire, and higher choir! (Double-time) Pen to ten, again, then when, men, amen, Amen to the dawn, drawn, gone, born, morn, horn, Horn blow clear, cheer, year, near, hear, here, Here we stay, say, today, Afro-Juju go play! Ad-lib: "Continue!" Ad-lib: "Na so e be!" Bridge (slow groove, agidigbo bass, spoken) Listen. The grind na kind to who mind, find, bind the mind. No shortcut for root, no shout for fruit, route na suit. Speed without direction na motion for ocean, Fasten the cadence, secure the foundation, nation to generation. Final Declaration (chant) We dey remember, we dey protect, we dey create, we teach, we reach. We listen, we glisten; we heal, we feel; we build, we shield. Verse 5: The Dedication (8 bars) (Flow: drop the beat to talking drum and bass only, slow and heartfelt) To the ancestors, mentors, centres of the centuries, I bow and vow, Vow to carry the story, glory and worry, hurry no bury. Mama, your prayer na air, care and repair, na there I dare, Papa, your word na herd wey heard, stirred, We forgive where live and give; we tell truth where proof and roof. We make room for the bloom, the next and the text. WE GO CONTINUE, na venue for new and true! Family na first archive; street na first classroom; Music na first language; memory na first inheritance; And love na charter wey keep all dey alive! Outro Turn the console up, let the horns blow clear, This na the new sound for the coming year. No looking backward, no slowing the pace, Carry the heritage with dignity and grace. GOD IS IN THE WORK AS AFRO-JUJU CONTINUES!