Burg City Birthday Soiree

Lyrics

SHOWUP FOR THE CEO BURG CITY RECORDS DAY BRXB STREET CYPHER [OPENING ACKNOWLEDGEMENT] Ahn ahn… Before beat drop, before speaker knock, before mic shock, before crowd unlock— na GOD of Juju first talk. He write frequency for darkness. He give rhythm consciousness. He put memory for heartbeat. He make silence still get voice. Salute go UP. To GOD — The Beginning before beginning. The Sound before sound. The Word before word. Then ancestors rise— those wey turn pain to transmission, survival to rhythm, history to signal. Then BRXB enter frame— Black Rhythm & Xoulful Blues. Blueprint of di Juju Sound. Then Burg City Records stand. Then CEO birthday land. Sunny Burgs — SHOWUP command. CYPHER ROUND ONE — PROPHECY Alaye June 16 don finally reach. Signal dey move before preacher fit preach. Memory dey march before teacher fit teach. Impossible? Na rehearsal. Obstacle? Na tutorial. CEO no be title— na survival recital. SHOWUP CHORUS SHOWUP for the CEO… (Ehhh) SHOWUP make the sound grow… (Ehhh) SHOWUP for the vision wey dey glow… (Ehhh) SHOWUP for the future wey dey show… (Ehhh) SHOWUP—frequency don land SHOWUP—culture for hand SHOWUP—ancestral band SHOWUP—Burg City stand CYPHER ROUND TWO — WAFFI × LASGIDI If dream no bruise, e never enter street. If vision no scar, e never taste defeat. If hustle no pressure, e no earn seat. Waffi talk: “who dey ground know shoe dey bite.” Lasgidi talk: “night make sense when light arrive.” River no rush—but e still reach ocean. CYPHER ROUND THREE — AFRO-JUJU Afro-Juju rising, memory organizing. Frequency aligning, civilization designing. Every drumbeat—ancestor login. Every bassline—history opening. Every lyric—future loading. CYPHER ROUND FOUR — SHOWUP BIRTHDAY Happy SHOWUP to the CEO. May vision pass obstacle. May signal louder than silence. May culture no bend, no break. From JB Studios to global space— JiNG dey write, BiNG dey build, BRXB dey transmit. FINAL MAGNUM CHAIN From gutter to greatness. From rhythm to remembrance. From memory to immortality. Signal no dey break. Frequency no dey fake. Destiny no dey shake. SHOWUP no dey wait— SHOWUP just create. If Waffi talk am: “Frequency na river, SHOWUP na current.” “Memory na seed, Burg City na harvest.” READ-ALOUD VERSE — BURG CITY RECORDS Ahn ahn… listen like street dey talk inside your chest… June 16 don arrive, no knock, no warn— e just burst through silence like Lagos dawn. Before clock fit tick or calendar write, na Juju don already bend day into light. This one no be normal celebration sound, this one na frequency buried underground. BRXB step in like ancestral thunder code, Black Rhythm & Xoulful Blues on survival road. Every beat na memory wey refuse to die, every bassline na tear wey learn how to fly. Na street philosophy inside drum machine, na broken dreams rewired to living dream. No be entertainment—na coded return, where every lost fire still dey burn and learn. Burg City Records stand like iron and breath, built from pressure, from hunger, from near-death. Na sound-made architecture for spirit and pain, where every collapse still rise again. Sunny Burgs—CEO of survival design, turn midnight struggle to morning sign. He no just build label, he build direction, turn street confusion to sound correction. Now hear am— Juju no be costume, na ancestral flame, na memory walking inside modern name. Na rhythm of elders wey refuse to fade, turning survival into sacred parade. Afro-Juju rising from concrete soil, where pain dey cook and resilience dey boil. Every rhythm na return of forgotten tone, every silence na signal of unknown zone. Celebrity Steve step in with spotlight fire, voice wey turn pressure to lifting higher. He dey blend street truth with polished glow, make hustle look like it sabi where to go. JB Larius dey strike like lyrical blade, every bar na wound wey refuse to fade. He dey chop cadence like coded street map, turn every verse to reality snap. Taiwan BC dey stretch sound across sea and sand, East meet West for Burg City command. Global rhythm inside local breath, turn distance to bridge, turn silence to depth. Juju's—Magnum Poetrium—dey write like fate, BiNG dey balance structure with street-state weight. JB Studios dey capture soul in frame, turn life itself into recorded name. Waffi talk: “street no get school, but e get sense,” Lasgidi reply: “pain na teacher wey no need defense.” So every corner na lecture hall, every echo na ancestral call. Hear this— BRXB no be sound, na survival spine, na coded memory inside design. Juju dey pulse through wire and breath, turning silence into living depth. Afro-Juju Continuum dey rotate time, past and future dey share same rhyme. No beginning sharp, no ending clear, just eternal loop of voice and ear. So we hail the CEO on this born-day flame, where street turn scripture and struggle get name. Sunny Burgs dey stand where vision no bend, turn broken beginning to infinite end. Happy SHOWUP—Burg City