Black Rhythm & Soulful Blues Remix

Lyrics

BURG CITY RECORDS in collaboration with THE GALACTIC JiNG & BiNG STUDIOS Presents: BLACK RHYTHM & SOULFUL BLUES (BR-SB) “FREEDOM DECLARATION — WHEN MEMORY BREAKS THE CHAINS OF SILENCE” PRELUDE — (DIVINE BREATH BEFORE HISTORY SPEAKS) (air pressure low… drum like heartbeat under deep water… flute crying through mist) To GOD—before map learned to divide, before empire learned to decide, before language was forced to hide— You stood where all things coincide. No chain reached Your origin line, no system reduced Your design, no silence could steal what is divine— You were the breath before space and time. We do not call You from afar— we return to You as we are, for even what tried to hide the scar still moves inside Your guiding star. ORIGIN WOUND — (WHEN SOUND WAS INTERRUPTED, NOT DESTROYED) There was a fracture in the tone of land, not end—but bending of what was planned. Rhythm was taken from native hand, voice was reshaped by foreign command. Language weighed like borrowed stone, culture renamed but never gone, identity forced to walk alone— yet spirit stayed in flesh and bone. Because what is born in ancestral flame cannot be killed by another name— it only waits through masked shame to rise again and reclaim the frame. BLACK RHYTHM & SOULFUL BLUES — (RETURNING CONSCIOUSNESS) Black Rhythm is bone remembering beat, Soulful Blues is pain made sweet, BR-SB is truth complete— where silence and sound in justice meet. Not genre—law in vibration, not style—spirit restoration, not sound—ancestral declaration becoming audible liberation. Rhythm carries what chains denied, Blues reveals what wounds can’t hide, together they stand unified— truth that time could not divide. COLONIAL SHADOW ERA — (THE ATTEMPTED SILENCING) They called our drum a hollow noise, tried to mute ancestral voice, reduced our truth to “uncivil choice”— but pulse refused to lose its poise. They renamed the sacred breath, tried to script cultural death, but every silence underneath still carried rhythm past the theft. ANCESTRAL RESONANCE — (WHAT NEVER STOPPED SPEAKING) Even when mouths were forced to close, rhythm found another pose— in heartbeat, tear, and hidden prose, in every place survival goes. Ancestors did not depart, they rewrote themselves as art, embedded deep inside the heart— refusing history to part. So every drum you hear today is memory refusing decay— returning from its hidden stay to speak the truth it could not say. ANCESTRAL MEMORY LAYER Chief Jacob Uwadiae Egharevba Alongside Queen Idia (Iyọba N’USELU) BR-SB FREEDOM CORE — (DECLARATION) We do not escape our cultural breath, we return from imposed cultural death. Freedom is not the absence of theft— it is reclaiming what silence left. BR-SB is freedom made sound— where buried identity is found, where broken rhythm is rewound, and truth begins to echo round. Not pain removed—but pain refined, not past erased—but re-aligned, not loss denied—but re-designed into rhythm that frees the mind. CALL — (EARTH / WAFFI / YORÙBÁ PULSE) Ọkàn! Who dey rise from broken ground? Who dey turn silence into sound? Who dey break what once was bound? RESPONSE — (DRUM ANSWER / ANCESTRAL RETURN) BOOM… BOOM… BOOM… We dey here—no disappear, we dey truth—no live in fear, we dey rhythm—always near. VERSE — (RHYMAL-CHAIN OVERDRIVE + DRUM LOCK) I break through the border of order they offered to smother the author of other existence in line, I’m the fracture of capture of narrative stature they scattered and battered through system design. Talking drum say KO! I respond with a flow that will grow till it blow every chain in the spine, Every syllable critical, spiritual, digital miracle lifting the limit of linear time. Yorùbá echo inside me: “Ìtàn ẹni kì í kú…”—I move like a flame that refuses decline, Waffi rhythm inside me: I gather the fragments of damage and manage to turn them divine. CALL — (WAFFI STREET VOICE) Who be the sound that refuse to die? Who turn pain into reason to fly? Who rewrite every lie in the sky? Who survive even when worlds ask why? RESPONSE — (FULL PERCUSSION WALL) BOOM BOOM BOOM! We dey here! We dey truth! We no dey end! FINAL VERSE — (ANCESTRAL FLAME LOCK) I’m the echo of epochs that broke through the choke of the smoke of the oath that they tried to erase, I’m the rhythm insurgent, emergent, convergent intelligence burning through time and through space. Talking drum hit TA! TA! TA! like a law from the ancestors carved into breath and into face, Every rhythm I summon becomes a redemption of fragments that time could not properly place. Yorùbá fire: “Aṣẹ…”—every breath is a verdict returning ancestral grace, Waffi cadence: no silence—only remembrance assembling the human race. FINAL CALL — (UNION OF BEING) Who we be? FINAL RESPONSE — (EARTH CHOIR) BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM! We be rhythm. We be memory. We be truth that refuse to flee. We be sound that make history free. OUTRO — (DRUM FADE / BREATH REMAINS) KO… KO… KO… Yorùbá whisper