THE Becoming

Lyrics

[THE AUDIO SPECTRUM DROPS TO 40Hz SUB-ACOUSTICS] > "First, we acknowledge GOD of Juju as the GREatEsT because GOD is in love with JiNG & BiNG! We are pulling the architecture of memory back into the light." Look am—street no dey sleep, e dey speak, Every crack in the wall get language e dey mimic. From gutter to altar, same rhythm go creep, Turn silence to sermon that the broken go reap. GOD on the road-as-the-bold-in-the-cold-broadlike-story-untold, GOD with the blessings-on-reload-as-it-unfolds-in-gold, we decode the code in a good mood make E no loud.. Now; we gather-the-matter-inside-the-letter-on-sunday-for-alter. THE SOVEREIGN DEDICATION TO THE ANCESTORS OF THE TRANSATLANTIC MIDDLE PASSAGE We dedicate the structural velocity of this rhythm to your foundation— And TO THE FALLEN HEROES OF THE LEKKI TOLL-GATE SHOOTING We dedicate the fire of this horn section to the immortal youth—the fallen heroes of 20-10-20 at the Lekki Toll-gate. Before time align the mind with multisyllabic rhyme, rhythm don already dey pulse for ancestral prime. Before tone find sound, drum don already extend memory for ground. Before fire learn spark, empire don already leave warning for dark. Before colonial tongue deny wetin e do, civilization don remember: with GOD we no surrender true. Chain no fit kill wetin spirit preserve. Time no fit steal wetin memory deserve. Dem bend the branch but dem no fit curve the ancestral signal wey continue to serve. Roll am. Call am. Name am. Reclaim am. From village-square proverb to city-wide bass, every generation dey hand memory pass. RHYMAL-CHAIN ACCELERATION Na Afro & Juju build the town. Beat turn street. Street turn code. Code turn road. Road carry load. Node turn mode of the living GOD, carrying hope through pressure broad. See the scroll. Feel the roll. Claim the soul. Become the whole. Past no vanish. Pain no perish. Truth no tarnish. Roots still flourish. ANCESTOR INVOCATION STACK ANCESTOR ECHO (Low formant shift, wide room reflection): We were rhythm before border line. We were wisdom before clock and time. We were breathing before written sign. We were drumming before empire design. CHOIR (Snapped call-and-response grid): Guide us! Hide us! Teach us! Lead us! Remember us! Restore us! Center us! Awaken us! INTRO — “BOOT SEQUENCE OF BECOMING” > initializing… identity-loop… rhythm-core active… loading: groovily / steadily / willingly / endlessly… ANCESTOR ECHO: We were becoming before becoming had name… We were rhythm before language became frame… CHOIR: Mmm… mmm… mmm… becoming me… VERSE — [AUDIO GRID: Tenor guitar locks a jagged, rapid-fire 4-bar scratch loop] LEAD (militant staccato flow begins): Groovily steering me, mightily tracking me Steadily building me, weightily backing me Worthily proving me, wittily moving me Speedily pacing me, greedily spacing me Gradually unlocking me, steadily rocking me Holily schooling me, happily styling me Coolingly freezing me, slowly refining me Perfectly earning me, heartily shaping me Gappily grasping me, lightly reshaping me Willingly winning me, gracefully locking me Nicely unfolding me, wisely holding me Nightily shaking me, brightly remaking me CHOIR: Locking me! Shaping me! Holding me! Remaking me! SYSTEM VOICE (sudden interrupt): > identity instability detected… excessive freedom deflected… LEAD (accelerated street velocity, hard plosive enforcement): Worthily proving me, rhythmically moving me Steadily choosing me, never refusing me Speedily pacing me, destiny chasing me Gradually facing me, system embracing me Holily coding me, softly decoding me Quietly loading me, memory holding me Coolingly shaping me, slowly escaping me Lightly awakening me, future is naming me Willingly winning me, energy spinning me Gracefully locking me, ancestors docking me CHOIR: LOCKING ME! SPINNING ME! NAMING ME! FREEING ME! ANCESTOR ECHO: We shaped you in silence… now you sound in motion with resilience… BREAKDOWN — “SYSTEM VS SOUL” ANCESTOR ECHO (stretching reverb automation 95%): You were coded in blood before code had form… You were sung into being before storms were born… CHOIR: Willingly… Gracefully… Slowly becoming… RHYME ENGINE Fracture History whisper. Memory answer. Street gather. Area begin wander. Future scatter. LEAD: Ancestor be-grooving me. Willingly winning me. Gracefully spinning me. Brightly beginning me. Endlessly singing me. CHOIR: Wearily stressing me. Orally gisting me. Soulfully wedding me. Deeply embedding me. Steadily marry me. Willingly carry me. Slowly unchain me. Gently reclaim me. Readily ferry me. Patiently test me. If na destiny— Then manifest me. ATLANTIC ECHO STACK Identity tossing me. Memory embossing me. Future detoxing me. Ship-deck sailing me. Spirit still flying me. Empires calling me. Truth replying me. Ancestors their Names dem removed. Yet their Souls unmoved. Even after mind & Body bruised. Our Roots survived, like the blues our Rhythm forever renewed. Inside the heartbeat code.