Dem Juju Xound

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BURG CITY RECORDS In Poetic Collaboration with tHE JB StUDiOs presents: DEM JUJU XOUND — SURROUND I—THE SOVEREIGN ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: Before di bronze, before di drum, before di breath become a song, We acknowledge GOD Almighty — di Source wey all creation belong. Before di beginning, GOD already dey. Before believing, na faith show di way. Before becoming, na possibility dey call. Before belonging, na connection hold us all. We give glory to GOD — not as decoration for di declaration, but as di Source of life, di Keeper of purpose, and di Presence wey dey inside di work. From NEW BENIN to Beginning — from LASGIDI to Believing — from Area to WAFFi Belongings.. Now listen sharp.. This is Black Rhythm & Xoulful Blues — wey become the Blueprint of Dem Juju Xound-Surround-all-around-as-the-rhythm-resound-unbound.. I — INTRO: THREE STREETS, ONE XOUND \(Talking drum: Gbam! Gbam! Bass growl. Guitar cry.\) From New Benin, where di bronze get memory, To Lasgidi, where di hustle write history, Down Waffi side, where di bass carry gravity, Three street expressions — one Xound, one legacy! Juju Na—The Original African Man! No be juju-juju, no be magic-plan; na memory for marrow, root for hand, na Continuum standing where e began. Magician BiNG, CEO of BiNGiUM Research— question-to-structure, structure-to-wisdom. Celebrity Steve, CEO of SolidMove Technology Limited— vision-to-road, road-to-platform. Sunny Burgs, CEO of Burg City Records & SHOWUP Super-App— gate-to-Xound, memory-to-microphone. Together, dem be chambers inside one house— and di house na BRXB. When BLUES MEET BLACK RHYTHM Blues ask: “Wetin happen when hope dey lean?” Juju answer: “We sing between.” Blues ask: “Wetin happen when road no dey clean?” Juju answer: “We groove di unseen.” midnight-mend, heart-transcend, low-note-bend, truth-defend, pain-speak, faith-seek, Xoul-wake, Xound-break. No be copy-copy, na culture with creativity, No be noise-noise, na roots with responsibility. From di old-school code to di new-school frequency, Juju bring di rhythm — make di world feel di energy... New Benin, new beginning, old wisdom still dey living, Bronze shining, drum chiming, ancestral rhythm giving. From di street to di shrine, make di young mind understand, Say a people without memory fit lose di map wey dey their hand. Igun iron, bronze fire, make di talking drum testify, Root strong, truth long — make di false record dem dry. Queen Idia, Iyoba, make her legacy get study, Chief Egharevba, preserve di record for di young ones wey dey ready. Bronze no be decoration — na remembrance with foundation, History no be hype — na research, record, verification. No bend di fact for fashion, no sell di root for attention, Build tomorrow with di truth — na continuity be di mission! Lasgidi! Danfo dey dodge, conductor dey call, Traffic dey choke, but ambition no dey stall. Horn dey blast, street dey spark, everybody get a plan, From di roadside to di boardroom, make di work show di man! Yaba dey brainstorm, mainland dey grind, Fast feet, sharp street, big dreams for di mind. No be packaging, branding, grammar or pose, Na di product wey dey work make di real value show! Lagos, no dull am — make di bright idea land, Less promise for di camera, more results for di hand. From hustle to structure, from structure to scale, Build a system wey dey stand when di sweet-talk fail! Lasgidi wake with horn for chest, no time to rest, no time to jest. From Yaba tech to di midnight crest, we carry vision, we carry quest. Waffi! Bass dey bounce, make di window vibrate, Streetwise, soul-deep, no dey sleep on your fate. Hard ground, strong sound, still di mind dey create, Turn di pressure to a process — make di progress circulate! Waffi no dey fake, Waffi no dey fold, when rain dey fall, Waffi heart dey gold. When road dey bend, Waffi mind dey bold, when night dey long, Waffi story dey told. Sweat dey teach, hustle dey mold, dream dey rise from di street-cold. Juju dey build what memory hold, Continuum dey turn di future gold. street-grit, heart-lit, bass-hit, mind-fit, test-come, faith-won, Juju-rise, Continuum-run. No be every loud voice get a solid foundation, No be every quick money be sustainable elevation. If di road bend, learn; if di plan fail, revise, Keep di fire for di spirit, keep di truth for di eyes! Waffi street-soul, blues guitar dey cry, Bassline dey rumble while di talking drum reply. Pocket fit light, but di vision still bright, Make di hand meet di faith — put di future for flight! MULTILINGUAL PARABLE ELDER VOICE: For Waffi: “Person wey forget road, no go fit show pikin road.” For Benin: “Ó ghẹ́ ẹ́kẹ́, ó ghẹ́ ẹ́kẹ́”—one hand no fit tie bundle. For Yoruba: “Bí ọmọdé bá ṣubú, ó dẹ́rí; bí àgbà bá ṣubú, ó wọ̀ iwájú.” Juju answer: Root no dey shame to bend, river no dey shame to turn, fire no dey shame to wait, memory no dey shame to return. CROWD: Óba gha tó kpére! Isé! Àṣẹ! GOD IS iN THE WORK AS AFRO-JUJU CONTINUES!