Rhythm of Di JUJU XOUND

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*🏛️ BURG CITY RECORDS in poetic collaboration with The GALACTIC JING & BING STUDIOS* 🥁 THE JUJU ACTIVATION: MAGNUM POETRIUM EDITION ​I. ORIGIN HAMMER Before the page, the pen, the record’s span, Before the throne, before the kingdom began, Rhythm thrived in soil, thunder raced the vein, Ancestral memory danced through cooling rain. ​FIRST CHORUS Free my mind, let the rhythm shine, GOD online, we redesign time. Soul align, no decline, Pressure transformed the pain as crime to poetry with rhymes. Benin spine, Warri grind, Ancient fire inside the line. Afro-Juju reminds: no rewind. ​II. GOD & HAMMER CODE Now listen… GOD carry the weight, Through every storm we maintain faith. Through every story hidden and untold, There is a chapter waiting to unfold. Buried beneath pressure, buried beneath pain, when the storm get heavy. Faith stay standing when the road ain't steady. Every hidden story, every silent cry, Hold a chapter waiting for the light to rise. Buried beneath pressure, buried beneath pain, Still there is sunlight after the rain. Gold inside struggle, strength inside fight, A candle still burning inside the night. Memory no die — memory multiply. Truth no sink — truth learn how fly. Dust become drum, drum become sky. Every generation ask why, every generation reply. ​HAMMER CODE — IMPACT RHYME Hammer the grammar, scatter the chatter, shatter the pattern, master the matter. Build the ladder, climb through the weather, forge every chapter with different character. From Babangida chapters, political pattern, To Abacha seasons, national matter. From power games and the struggle for control, To the people still searching for a brighter goal. Dem big names, big claims, big position, But the street still carry the real condition. Our Mama dey pray, our papa dey hustle to pave a way, Different area, different voice, One generation making a choice. Pressure create, elevate, activate, accelerate, Pain translate, gold generate, destiny calibrate. From colonial fracture to historical structure, From broken foundations to future architecture. Many rivers inside one nation flow, many voices carrying stories we know. Many journeys, many tides, many wounds we carry inside. History heavy, history deep, Some memories wake, some memories sleep. But remembrance becomes responsibility, responsibility becomes possibility. Lessons from yesterday's sorrow become tools for tomorrow. Past become teacher, future become borrower. We build with wisdom, we build with care, New foundations from lessons we bear. We pick every piece, turn am into sound again. Pressure dey press but pressure dey train, Rain fall hard but harvest remain. ​SECOND CHORUS Free my mind, make my rhythm shine, GOD online, we redesign time. Soul align, no decline, Pressure transformed the pain as crime to poetry with rhymes. Benin spine, Warri grind, Ancient fire inside the line. Afro-Juju reminds: no rewind. ​III. HISTORY FREQUENCY Every scar get story, every story hold glory, Every glory we remember on purpose, every storm we no fit forget for a reason even after the many seasons. We no forget where the journey begin, Ancient drum still beating within. Ink carry memory, rhythm carry soul, Broken pieces—our true community forever sealed in continuity. ​IV. THE LEKKI SIGNAL & BRXB DECLARATION From Lekki’s reflection, the reactivation flows, A memory preserved as the future grows. Pain became a question, a loud conversation, The rhythm remembers each voice for the nation. From JB Studios, the Blues declaration, A blueprint born of Juju’s imagination. Poetry becomes architecture; sound becomes the road, Root to route, rhythm to code. ​THIRD CHORUS Free my mind, let the rhythm shine, GOD online, we redesign time. Soul align, no decline, Pressure transformed the pain as crime to poetry with rhymes. Benin spine, Warri grind, Ancient fire inside the line. Afro-Juju reminds: no rewind. ​V. MAGNUM POETRIUM: THE FINAL CHANT From the 1914 chapter, questions remain, History carry both sunshine and rain. From the lessons written across the page, A new voice rise for the next age. Juju’s Magnum Poetrium take the pen, Remembering ancestors again and again. Recording the rhythm, reporting the story, Turning old wounds into future glory. ​AFRO-JUJU CONTINUUM — FINAL CHAIN Drum to soul, soul to sound, Sound to rhythm profound. Voice to vision, vision to mission, Mission become living tradition. ​I am the drum when the silence breaks, I am the seed when the future wakes. I am the memory none could erase, I am the journey that history traced. I am the rhythm where the roots remember, I am the fire that survives December. I am the blues with a soul still breathing, I am the drum where the ancestors speaking. I am the road where the dream keeps moving, I am the proof that the heart keeps proving. THE DRUM REMEMBERS. THE BLUES no surrender. THE SOUL Conquers. DI JUJU XOUND — BLACK RHYTHM & XOULFUL BLUES — ALIVE. AFRO-JUJU CONTINUES.,