1914 Almagamation

Lyrics

BURG CITY RECORDS in collaboration with THE GALACTIC JiNG & BiNG STUDIOS Presents: BR-SB × AFRO-JUJU HIGHLIFE × FUJI — FULL INTEGRATION “MIND UNCHAINED — CONTINUUM DECLARED (1914 → NOW)” PRELUDE — (MAP / BREATH / DRUM AWAKENING) (paper tear… low drone… talking drum KO… KO… KO…) > “1914 drew a line— but it never drew the soul.” > “To GOD—uncolonized origin… before maps, before names, before silence learned fear…” > “Through Juju—Afro-Juju Culture reactivates… and memory begins to speak again.” DEDICATION — (LEKKI GROUND / STILL AIR) (heartbeat drum… air thick…) > “To the fallen at Lekki— not gone… but carried.” > “Blood wey drop no be waste— na history e dey write.” ANCESTRAL SEAL — (IMMORTAL LINEAGE) We stand on the records of Chief Jacob Uwadiae Egharevba — memory structured into permanence. We stand under the gaze of Queen Idia — courage crowned into protection. > “What empire tried scatter—Continuum re-gathers.” HOOK — (HIGHLIFE SWAY × BR-SB WEIGHT) From 1914 to now—we dey rewrite the sound, Dem draw the line—but dem no hold the ground, Now Juju bring the rhythm back around— And the truth wey dem bury don resound. Free my mind—make my rhythm talk, Fuji drum dey break every mental lock, Highlife guitar steady guide my walk— Now I stand in truth when the silence knock. VERSE I — (BR-SB FLOW / CONTROLLED FIRE) Dem no first chain my hand—dem chain my sight, Teach me doubt my own insight, Rename my root—call am “not quite right,” So I dim my spark just to fit their light. But Ọkàn wake—now the code reset, Every lie wey dem plant—I reject, Afro-Juju rise—no regret— Now I speak wetin silence neglect. Yorùbá (low): Ọkàn mi ti ṣílẹ̀… BRIDGE — (CREW SIGNAL / SYSTEM ALIGNMENT) (DJ scratch… talking drum reply… bass pulse) From Burg City Records—archive alive, From Galactic JiNG & BiNG—structure survive, Celebrity Steve—execution precise, Nice Moni vision—strategic insight, Asap & Benco—steady supply, Victor Dinero—turn pressure to rise. DJ Master P-I—stereo whyne truth, DisiGnER BiNG—research in proof, Magician BiNG—philosophy root, Mister Dreamz from Area—turn dream to truth. > “No be coincidence—na coordinated Continuum.” VERSE II — (EMINEM-STYLE RHYMAL-CHAIN / 16 BARS — INTEGRATED) I’m in a militant, vigilant, syllable-mining alignment, redefining the science of silence they signed, From 1914 to the core of my mind, I’m restoring the story they tore and redesigned. I’m a product of pressure—compressing the lesson, addressing the weapon of mental confinement, Now I’m breaking the cage of the page they created to rate and degrade every trace of my timing. Juju ignition—intuition is spitting a vision they written off, now I’m flipping the script with precision, Afro-Juju encoded—eroding the code of corrosion, exposing the ghost of colonial decisions. I’m in a critical pinnacle rhythm, a lyrical miracle pivot, I’m giving the signal to rise, From Egharevba records to Idia’s force—I’m restoring the source they disguised. I don’t borrow the thought—I remodel the mind, every line is a spine I align and define, Every rhyme is a sign of a time re-designed, every bar like a scar that survived and refined. From Burg City vault to Galactic design, BiNG in the build with the structure divine, DJ Master P-I spin truth in the vine, while the Monis invest in the rise of the line. I’m the fracture turned factor, the actor of chapters they captured and trapped in a colonial bind, Now I’m back with the pattern, attacking the matter—reclaiming the data they tried to confine. This is BR-SB—therapy weaponized sound, where the lost and the locked finally settle the ground, When the room goes quiet and truth come around—every chain in the brain get dismantled and drowned. CALL & RESPONSE — (FUJI / WAFFI / CROWD ENERGY) Call: Who dey free the mind from the chain? Response: Na we! Through rhythm and pain! Call: Who dey speak when silence remain? Response: Na we! Truth no go wane! Drum: BOOM! BOOM! FINAL HOOK — (FULL CELEBRATION / LIBERATION SWING) From 1914 to now—we reclaim the sound, Not by force—but by truth profound, Now the rhythm unite what was once unbound— And identity rise from the underground. Free my mind—make the spirit sing, No more fear of the truth I bring, From the chain to the crown we swing— Now na truth be the only king. OUTRO — (SACRED FADE / DRUM → BREATH) (drum slows… flute… wind…) Yorùbá: Aṣẹ… Igbo: Eziokwu anaghị anwụ… Pidgin: Truth no dey finish… FINAL LINE — (CLOSE MIC / CONTINUUM LAW) > “1914 drew the structure… but Juju, Afro-Juju, and BR-SB redraw the soul… and when rhythm remembers— no chain survives the sound.”