The Poetic Outlaw from LEkKi Toll-Gate

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BURG CITY RECORDS In Poetic Collaboration with tHE JB StUDiOs presents JUJU — THE POETIC OUTLAW Black Rhythm & Xoulful Blues - Deep Afro Soul - Waffi Street Cadence [INTRO — SPOKEN, LOW VOICE] Oya nah! Who dey talk? Who dey hear? Who go stand when the truth appear? From Lekki Toll Gate to the streets we know, Na the pen get fire—make the whole world know. Juju don land—no be play, na plan, Ink for my hand, deep roots for my land. If dem lock one gate, I go write one thousand, Every bar get weight, every verse get substance! [VERSE 1 — RAPID-FIRE DELIVERY] I get pen for the pressure, the measure, the message, The treasure in texture, the truth in the sentence. I dey calculate cadence, create concentration, Turn pain into pages, make words cross nations. No be noise, na poise; no be hype, na sight, I dey write through the night till the wrong meet light. If the facts no complete, I no go force conclusion— I dey search, cross-check, reject confusion. Gate toll—fate toll—brave soul—stay bold! Heart cold? No! My verse carry fire wey no go fold. Past pain—last train—black rain—still reign, We go name every question, no go manufacture claim. Waffi for the rhythm, make the syllable scatter, Heavy with the history—the history matter. Word upon word, make the whole chair clatter, If the truth na the seed, na the roots we water! [CHAIN STACK — DOUBLE-TIME] Brain attack—brain react—facts intact, Pain refract—chains contract—names come back. Street report—deep thought—truth wey sought, Free the mind—read the signs—challenge the plot. Rhyme tighter—flame brighter—voice higher, Soul fighter—word writer—thought igniter. No fake witness, no false citation— Just fierce composition and verification! [HOOK — CALL & RESPONSE] LEAD: Who carry the pen? CROWD: POETIC OUTLAW! LEAD: Who question the claim? CROWD: POETIC OUTLAW! LEAD: Who preserve the name? CROWD: POETIC OUTLAW! LEAD: Wetin keep the flame? CROWD: MEMORY! MEMORY! From Lekki Toll Gate, make the echo resonate, We no go let the questions disappear behind the gate. No be vengeance be the vision—remembrance be the mandate, Corroboration Before Conclusion make the evidence dictate! [VERSE 2 — WAFFI STREET CADENCE] My guy, hear word—make we reason am well, No be every story wey dem yarn na the tale. If the source no clear, make we follow the trail, If the evidence weak, no be confidence go scale. I dey carry my culture, no dey borrow my backbone, Every line get a home, every rhythm get tone. From the street to the archive, make the truth stand alone, Make the future know the past from the records we own. Toll gate—soul weight—whole state—no hate, Word chain—nerve strain—blood-memory mandate. Mind frame—rhyme flame—facts first—no fake, Truth check—source check—every link must take weight! I no need to shout to make my message get power, I fit question one system for a minute, for an hour. Like the root of the iroko wey dey hold through the shower, Make the archive stand firm when the false stories flower. [INTERLUDE — READ-ALOUD REMEMBRANCE] For the Fallen at Lekki Toll Gate — 20 · 10 · 20 [Low voice. One drumbeat. Silence between each line.] Tonight, we no dey shout— we dey listen for di silence wey dem leave behind. We remember di young hearts wey gather for hope, wey carry flag and future, wey hold faith like rope. We remember di voices wey sing for a better land, wey stand for justice with courage for hand. We no fit bring back di moments wey darkness interrupt, but we fit guard di memory—make truth no corrupt. We no fit undo di tears wey families still carry, but we fit speak their names with honour, not hurry. To di mothers wey dey wait, to di fathers wey dey pray, to di friends wey dey hold memories wey no fit fade away— your pain no be footnote, your loss no be trend; di love wey una carry no get beginning, no get end. To di fallen: we see you. We remember you. We carry your hope inside di work we dey do. Make di candle burn steady, make di truth remain, make remembrance turn responsibility, make responsibility gain. No be vengeance we seek—na dignity, na light, na a nation wey go protect every life and every right. [One drumbeat.] Rest well, heroes. Your names dey inside memory. Your hope dey inside di Continuum. Your light no dey finish. [OUTRO — HALF-TIME, DEEP AFRO-SOUL] From Lekki Toll Gate, hear the rhythm of remembrance, From the pen to the people, make the people hold the evidence. No be every scar go heal because we sing am, No be every truth go surface because we rhyme am. But if we write with courage, if we research with patience, We fit turn forgotten questions into lasting documentation. Juju — the Poetic Outlaw. Pen sharp. Tongue free. Waffi fire. Memory key. Truth tested. History carried. Afro-Juju — continuity.