Hard drill beat kicks in – fast, raw, no hook, just bars) Yo — From the dirt roads where the blood gets spilled, To the palace doors where the lies get built. Arab world, I ain’t here to chill, I’m here to flip that throne, that’s real. Somaliland bred, heart made of iron, Truth in my mouth, my bars are defiant. Whole damn system built on fear, But I step in loud, make it all clear. Clock ticks, I don’t do peace, Middle East burnin’ and the pain won’t cease. Leaders sleep while the streets in grief, So I come through with the fire and teeth. Call me the Lion, you know the code, I don’t move with sheep, I explode. From Algeria to Sudan, I don’t care who’s king, I’m the man. Rabat to Riyadh, yeah I said it, If the crown ain’t earned, then dead it. Blood on hands, and they still preach, While kids get crushed under boots on the beach. No justice, no voice, just fear, But I’m that storm that appears near. Arab youth, better sharpen your blade, They profit off you every deal they made. I ain’t bowin’, I ain't beggin’ no chief, Rip that flag if it don’t bring peace. Somaliland born, yeah I rep that deep, Where the brave don’t talk, they leap. From Tripoli to the heart of Amman, I’m the one they fear — I’m the plan. Don’t talk unity, show respect, Or I’m knockin’ thrones straight off they necks. Bahrain, Kuwait — who ride with truth? Or sit back comfy while they target youth? This ain’t rap, this a war chant bruv, Every bar like a blade, I shove. From Syria down to Mauritania, Pain runs deep like a sick malaria. But I spit that cure, I spit that flame, You hide in gold while I take aim. Arab League? Nah, that’s a joke, Just puppets movin’ off Western smoke. I don’t want handshakes, don’t want peace, I want blood to boil, I want chains to cease. Somaliland soldier, born for this path, Whole world shook when they feel my wrath. From the Red Sea right to Basra, My name ring out like Allahu Akbar! I spit for the dead, I shout for the livin’, Every verse is war, no f***s I'm givin’. Power to the people, fire to the throne, And if they don’t move — I come alone. Can’t be bought, can’t be bribed, I don’t fear death, I’ve already died. Come from a place where hope gets crushed, But I’m the voice that never hush. So listen close, I ain’t sayin’ it twice, I’m the cold wind, I’m the black ice. Street-born, truth sworn, Lion in flesh, I demand respect — nothin’ less. Arab world — time’s up, I’m done waitin’, It’s rise or burn, no more debatin’. I ain’t stoppin’, till the system’s cracked, And the youth take every kingdom back. Mohamed Adan Dahir. The Lion of Africa. Somaliland — born to lead.

Born to lead