MAGNUM POETRIUM OF AFRICAN WOMAN ORIGINAL

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Burg City Records, in Poetic Collaboration with tHE JB StUDiOs, presents: MAGNUM POETRIUM OF AFRICAN WOMAN ORIGINAL —An Afro-Cultural Anthem of the Continuum— Juju — Low Transmission… THIS IS BRXB Declaration featuring, The AFRO-JUJU CONTINUUM REACTIVATION! \[INTRODUCTION — THE ANCESTRAL AWAKENING\] \[Soft talking drum. Highlife guitar glides. Female lead enters.\] In the forge of the sun, where the first rays ignite, She stands grand, unbanned, with her might held tight. Not born out of weakness, not shaped by despair, She’s the force of the earth, the breath of the air. From the ancestors’ gaze through the historical haze, She emerges, still blazing, setting memory ablaze. Her soul be the drum, her mind be the flame, No chain fit contain her, no label define her name. BACKING VOICES: African Woman Original… Ancestral fire… Eternal flame… \[VERSE I\] She be the breeze with the voice of the past, The keeper of wisdom whose vision will last. Deep-rooted, truth-shooting, in ancestral soil, Her power uncoiling, no spirit spoil. She carries the fire through the night, ignites the dark, A beacon, a vision, a mystical spark. No be throne wey define her, no crown wey she need, She be the root, the route, the empire’s seed! Heritage in her hand, tomorrow in her plan, She dey build from the beginning what the future go expand. \[CHORUS I — I GO HARDEST!\] LEAD: Go hard or go home? RESPONSE: I GO HARDEST! LEAD: You go home? RESPONSE: NO! I GO HARDEST! LEAD: From the Sahara to the Congo air— CHOIR: AFRICAN WOMAN ORIGINAL DEY THERE! Her voice be the thunder wey tear through the night, Her fire no retire—it dey rise, burning bright. From the flame to the fame, from the name to the claim, She dey rise, unbroken—nobody fit quench her flame! LEAD: Call her lady! RESPONSE: SHE NOR GO GREE! LEAD: Wetin she go tell you? RESPONSE: I BE AFRICAN WOMAN ORIGINAL! LEAD: Who get the fire? CHOIR: NA SHE GET AM! LEAD: Who get the power? CHOIR: NA SHE CARRY AM! Born from the fire, with the soul of the deep, She rises, surprises—her power no sleep! \[SPOKEN-WORD BRIDGE — THE ORIGINAL AFRICAN MAN\] \[Guitar falls back. Talking drum and bass remain.\] From di soil of Africa, where di ancestral roots run deep, Rise di man wey speak truth when di world dey sleep. Fela Anikulapo-Kuti — make di memory stand, Afrobeat for di rhythm, liberation for di land. He challenge di silence, make di hidden things show, Through di power of music, make di consciousness grow. From Kalakuta’s memory to di Shrine’s vibration, His art carry resistance across generations. No be ordinary rhythm, no be ordinary sound, Na African thought and courage wey he carry around. THE ORIGINAL AFRICAN MAN — as this Continuum proclaim, A cultural designation to honour his legacy and name. \[VERSE II — THE ANCESTORS RIDE\] From the pulse of the land to the stars in the sky, She carries the rhythm wey no fit die. Not chained to tradition, but the past be her guide, Every step into tomorrow—the ancestors ride! She be fire for the forge, be the force for the fight, Warrior blood, rain-heart, still she stand upright. Through the storm, through the harm, with the earth at her feet, She no bow to defeat—na resilience she dey repeat. She rose when the shackles were shattered and cast, Turned pain into gain, made the strength everlast. From Benin’s deep roots to the Nile’s first cry, Her spirit keeps rising as the ages roll by. She no be follower—she dey set the direction, Love in her movement, truth in her reflection. Her mind be the fortress, her heart be the key, She unlocks tomorrow, sets the world free. Wisdom her weapon, her grace be her crown, When the world start to sink, she no let it drown. From the ground to the grand, from the seed to the tree, She dey turn possibility to reality! \[CHORUS II — THE POWER RISES\] LEAD: Go hard or go home? CHOIR: I GO HARDEST! LEAD: Who carries the memory? CHOIR: AFRICAN WOMAN ORIGINAL! LEAD: Who dey build tomorrow? CHOIR: AFRICAN WOMAN ORIGINAL! From the Sahara wind to the Congo air, Her thunder dey scatter despair everywhere. Call her lady—she nor go gree, “I BE AFRICAN WOMAN ORIGINAL!” na her decree! From the flame to the fame, from the root to the rise, Her fire dey inspire, put tomorrow in our eyes. Born from the deep with a soul wey no sleep, She rises, surprises—her power run deep! \[BRIDGE — MAGNUM POETRIUM DECLARATION\] She no be yesterday. She no be today alone. She be memory in motion, be the seed wey tomorrow go own. She no be ornament for another person’s glory. She no be footnote for another person’s story. No be decoration for another person’s throne— She be the architect, the foundation, the home! She be memory. She be intelligence. She be creativity. She be continuity. From the root to the route, from the seed to the tree, From the thought to the work—na the Continuum be! LEAD: Na so the Continuum dey move! CHOIR: FROM MEMORY TO TOMORROW! LEAD: Na so the culture dey grow! CHOIR: FROM THE ROOTS WE BORROW!