The Galactic JiNG and BiNG THANKSGIVING ANTHEM

Lyrics

JiNG & BiNG Multimedia reporting live (first we acknowledge GOD of Juju as the GREatEsT because GOD is in love with JiNG & BiNG). THE GALACTIC THANKSGIVING ANTHEM — FASTENED INTERNAL-RHYME STREET REMIX INTRO — The Waffi Street Roll-Call & Kinetic Ignition (Heavy log drums drop with a razor-sharp, distorted highlife guitar riff. Sirens wail softly in the background as the street poet steps to the microphone, locking every syllable into a relentless locking-gear meter.) Ehen! Check the meter, check the grammar! Na Benin boy wey carry grace enter the banner! Make the street understand say no be today we start to dey run this marathon! Juju! Na the original sound. No fake packaging—we lock the foundation! VERSE 1 — The Concrete Gospel of the Internal Chain (Beat kicks in hard with a gritty street bounce, every line packing dense internal cross-rhymes) Look me for eye, make you see wetin hunger don teach man, From the red sand of New Benin straight to the mainland! Dem think say na play when we dey pack the cement, Every line wey we drop na pure investment. Dis-heart-be-listening, street-memory-be-whispering, Dem boyz for the corner dey look the future, shivering! No be every flash be gold, no be every loud be weed, Na the patience wey we sow dey germinate the seed. Oya check am! Olololo dey find trouble where the market close, While we dey count blessings and we dey bless our foes. Oga-Lucky dey verify, Big-boy-scott dey clear the lane, Netherland connection, wey dey wash away the pain! Waffi boy no dey carry last when the trumpet blow, We get the ginger, we get the rhythm, we know how the river flow! CHORUS — The Street Anthem (Tightened Rhythm Lock) (Call and response with the backup singers, snapping on every quarter-note) E Don Set! — Street dey cry! Na God of Juju make the hustle fly! Black-Rhythm-and-Xoulful-Blues-be-groovily-shaking-me… Dis-Juju-Xound-be-steadily-waking-me… From the gutter to the crown, from the street to the throne, New Benin boy don claim what belongs to im own! VERSE 2 — The Courtroom Cypher & The Internal Lock (Snare rolls tighten, bassline gets heavier, delivery turns rapid-fire, airtight, and mechanically precise) Give Ceezar im property, make you free the cooler, The way wey we legalise the street make you need a ruler! Dem take satire for joke, dem take truth for insult, Look the scoreboard—na multi-million dollar result! Zombie dey dance to the hollow drum, He think say na cruise when the judgment come. He dey follow shadow, he dey find who to blame, While we dey write history and we dey cash the name! Pro-Ancestral-Intelligence, wey dey guide the plug, No counterfeit chemical, no illegal drug— Na pure African Memory running inside the vein, Direct from the shrine, driving out the mental pain! OUTRO — The Final Blessing & The Sovereign Seal (Beats strip away, leaving only a lone talking drum talking in proverbs and a soft, vibrating guitar string) Na so the street dey talk. Na so the truth dey stand. GOD is in the WORK. JiNG dey bring the paper, BiNG dey seal the land. No shaking. The FUTURE continues...