Round 2 — man back up, Lion stepping in raw, Reer Eed-leh blood make the whole frontline roar. Hyenas get pressed when they hear that sound, ’Cause the roar shake earth, lift dust off the ground. I don’t rap, I detonate — man’s a walking explosion, Ancient flame in my chest — that’s Kushite corrosion. Every line sharp like the horns of a desert omen, When I spit, whole blocks freeze like time got frozen. Reer Eed-leh rise — that’s a citywide warning, Sun don’t shine, but the Lion still dawning. I walk with a force that the world ain’t forming, My shadow alone have the whole jungle storming. Opps get brave till the Lion come closer, Then heartbeat jump like a faulty revolver. I don’t talk twice — I’m a natural enforcer, One roar turn giants to dust — full closure. London grit with a Somaliland flame inside, Every step heavy like a warship glide. Bloodline ancient — that’s a continental pride, Reer Eed-leh warriors march — whole planet divide. Hyenas chat big but their soul start trembling, Reer Eed-leh swing like the universe assembling. Every verse violent — the beat needs mending, I spit truth raw, no edits, no blending. Lion of Africa — name echo like thunder, When I roar, even mountains wonder. Opps go silent, whole pavement thunder, Reer Eed-leh kings — this is bloodline hunger. Fire on fire — man I doubled the flame, If the mic don’t melt, then the booth ain’t sane. I don’t chase clout — I engrave my name, Every lyric is a stamp on the world like a claim. Roar so loud even spirits rise shaking, Whole atmosphere feel the power I'm making. Hyenas run quick — bare fear overtaking, ’Cause a Lion don’t bark — a Lion leaves earthquakes breaking. Reer Eed-leh banner waving high in the madness, Strength in the roots turn struggle into gladness. No loss, no fear — we don’t move with sadness, Bloodline chosen — greatness in the address. Flames on flames — man I’m breathing out magma, Step in the zone and the whole scene stagger. Reer Eed-leh swagger got the ground scream “dagger,” Every verse hot like the breath of a dragon. I don’t spit bars, bruv — I spit solar eruptions, Rhymes so heavy, they cause tectonic disruptions. Lion of Africa roar give the sky combustion, Opps get cooked — that’s natural reduction. Heat wave marching — I walk like a wildfire, Sandstorm heart with a furnace empire. Any beat I touch turn molten — that’s required, Whole London shake when the Lion gets wired. Hyenas pray I cool down — nah, that’s fiction, Fire in my bloodline stronger than friction. Reer Eed-leh warriors born with ignition, Every breath spark like volcanic emission. Infrared vision — I see fear before it shows, Opps hide in shadows but the fire still glows. I burn through lies like parchment in rows, This blaze too real — even water don’t oppose. Lion mane blazing — gold flame swirling, Power in my voice keep the whole map turning. I spit so hot, even demons start burning, Every roar echoes — whole timeline learning. Gusha yaa-leh reer Eed-leh

REER EED-LEH LION OF AFRICA (ROUND 2)