

Prompt / Lyrics
The Lion of Africa Hargaysa, born in the fire, never retire, I’m the flame of the Horn, Somaliland bloodline, carved in stone, I was Lion-borne, Dust of the desert, breath of a king, my pulse is war, Heart beat militant, never back down, I came from the core, Raised on the hills where the sun kiss guns, and the youth stay raw, Every block, every street, every child got dreams, but the system torn, They tried to silence my name but the roar still came from the Lion's jaw, Freedom ain’t given, it’s taken with pain, and we takin’ more, Hargaysa in my chest, it’s my breath, my life, my truth, Every rhyme I spit is a bulletproof vest on the youth, I walk with the weight of the ancestors, brave with proof, Flag in my hand, fist in the air, in the booth I'm uncouth, Got scars in my skin, got pride in my roots, Can’t erase where I’m from when I move in suits, Stonebridge nights to Somali moons, Hargaysa my blood, I don’t play with tunes, This is real life bars, for the boys in the slums, For the girls with the dreams and the loaded guns, For the mothers in the market, pushing peace with crumbs, And the elders praying loud for what’s to come, They said we ain't a nation, but we stand as one, Every bullet they send, we absorb like drums, We the rhythm of the horn, we the sun that stuns, We the verse they fear, when the Lion runs. Hargaysa my breath, my stage, my cage and my wings, Where the youth got rage, and the pain still sings, Where the dust holds truth, and the past still rings, But we build from the bottom, so the bell still swings, I’m the fire in the booth, I’m the heart of the land, I’m the boy from the warzone who became a man, I’m the rhythm of resistance with a Lion’s plan, I’m the scream of my people in a foreign land, I’m the tears in the soil, the sweat in the fields, I’m the blueprint written where the empire yields, I’m the hawk in the sky, I’m the unsealed seal, I’m the roar in the dark when the silence feels, I’m the chant in the crowd when the youth reveal, Truth from the ashes like the prophecy real, You can cage our flag, but you can’t kill zeal, Hargaysa in my chest and my soul won’t kneel, No breaks, no deals, just bars and steel, I’m the heartbeat knock when the world won’t feel, From the sand to the sea, we a holy meal, We the kings of the grief that the past won’t heal, But the future is ours when we grip that wheel, When the Lion of Africa break that seal, When the Queen of Sheba say “rise, rebuild,” Then the earth gon’ shake, and the dreams fulfilled, We ain’t waiting for a seat, we gon’ build that field, We gon’ farm that hope, let the crops get healed, From the Red Sea shores to the mountain chills, I’m the voice of the block where the silence kills, Hargaysa, Hargaysa, my ink and will, My pain and my glory in verses spill, I don’t rap for the charts, I rap to feel, I rap for the youth who got dreams to seal, I rap for the truth that the lies conceal, Hargaysa in my chest, I was born with zeal, Hard basslines when I walk
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Uk street grime style)Non-Stop Bars Heavy bassline militant bars male vocal Deep voice non-stop hardcore UK grime
3:18
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5/11/2025