Hurricane Hustle

[Instrumental]

I’m in the green of it, everybody knows They know me where it grows, I sip slow and they glow I don’t know nothin’ 'bout waste, I’m just eco Grown on farms with love, that’s the way it’s told From the beans to the brew, it’s the finest form They’ve got my cup, and it’s reusably warm I went from coffee shops straight out to global tours Sippin’ sustainable, that’s how we explore Woah-oh-oh This is how the coffee flows Woah-oh-oh I guess this is how the coffee flows I’m in the green of it, everybody knows They know me where it grows, I sip slow and they glow I don’t know nothin’ 'bout waste, I’m just eco Grown on farms with love, that’s the way it’s told From the cup to the cause, to the earth, to the green Where’s my straw? It’s paper, that’s my scene Always eco when I sip See, I believe that if I drink it with my heart Sippin’ clean, 'cause I’m reachin’ for the stars Woah-oh-oh This is how the coffee flows Woah-oh-oh I guess this is how the coffee flows

[Verse] Tickling ivories, Mozart in a fitted hat, Street symphony, where Beethoven's beats are at. Urban maestro, conducting with a rhyme, Every note a brick, every bar a climb. [Verse 2] Keys jump like Serengeti cats on staccato, Words paint portraits, Michelangelo bravado. Echoes of Chopin in a city that hums, Classics meet hustle, where the rhythm drums. [Chorus] Ivory dreams, blending past and now, Verses in crescendo, can't help but bow. Orchestra of struggle, harmony and grind, Piano keys and street tales intertwined. [Verse 3] Versailles elegance in graffiti decor, Bach in a cipher, Count Basie's encore. Dialogues with shadows under lamplight's glow, Stories untold in the chords below. [Bridge] Sonatas tell tales of joy and pain, Street corners whisper Bach's refrain. In the alleys, where the grandpiano lays, Every touch a memory, every note a phase. [Outro] Concertos in the alleyways, melodies in sorrow, Rhythm of the past, beat of tomorrow. Endless sonata, the journey never seems, Living life on the keys, chasing ivory dreams.

[Verse] Back in the day, vinyl spin, groovy tracks on wax Boom bap, feel the bass, sound crack attack Graffiti on brick walls, culture never lack Mic in hand, spitting facts, no auto-tune act [Chorus] Turntables spinning fire, DJ bring the heat Cypher in the park, man, you're in for a treat Streetlights shine bright, rhythm in the street Classic beats, old school, never obsolete [Verse 2] Skyline in the backdrop, city sound in frame Golden era vibes, respect to the name Hustle and grind, never playing no games Lyrics sharp as knives, this is old school reign [Chorus] Turntables spinning fire, DJ bring the heat Cypher in the park, man, you're in for a treat Streetlights shine bright, rhythm in the street Classic beats, old school, never obsolete [Bridge] Adidas on my feet, Kangol on my dome Boom box on shoulder, this the rap home Echoes of legends, from Brooklyn to Rome Worldwide vibe, feel it in your bones [Chorus] Turntables spinning fire, DJ bring the heat Cypher in the park, man, you're in for a treat Streetlights shine bright, rhythm in the street Classic beats, old school, never obsolete

[Verse] Keyboard warrior, fingers dance on the keys, Syntax errors, bring me to my knees. Code loops tighter than a python squeeze, Debuggin’ life, no time for Zs. [Verse 2] Coffee cup, sippin’ straight from the pot, Screen glare burns, givin’ what I got. Algorithms twist, mind spins like a top, Caffeine buzz, still, the bugs don’t stop. [Chorus] Binary blues, trapped in a maze, Error messages in a digital haze. Stack overflow, lost in the craze, Debugging days, stuck in this phase. [Verse 3] Compiler’s harsh, no time to chill, Breakpoints hit, testing my will. Project deadlines, need another pill, Procrastination lurks, but I’ll climb this hill. [Verse 4] Git commits, pushin’ through the night, Pull requests, it's a coder’s fight. Merge conflicts, man, nothing’s quite right, JIRA tickets stackin’, ain't no end in sight. [Chorus] Binary blues, trapped in a maze, Error messages in a digital haze. Stack overflow, lost in the craze, Debugging days, stuck in this phase.

Yo, we in the zone, health care,' Got that PPE on, ain’t no fallin’, Masks tight, gloves on, we ready to flex, With that scrub game strong, respect what’s next. (Chorus) Gear up, get tough, it’s a health care grind, Protectin’ all the patients, we way outta line, in the OR, we cuttin’ through the strife, Ain't no stoppin’ us now, we save a life! (Verse 2) Face shields up, see the swag in the room, gets real, but we dodge that doom, Thuggin' with my team, united we stand, General safety’s lit, got the upper hand. (Chorus) Gear up, get tough, it’s a health care grind, Protectin’ all the patients, we way outta line, in the ER, we makin' moves tonight, With our gear locked down, we ready for the fight! (Bridge) No slip, no trip, got my kicks on point, In the zone, every shift, we be lit like a joint, Roll up, roll out, this ain’t no charade, In this game of life, we the ones that ain't played! (Verse 3) So trust the hustle, we ball hard, no doubt, With that safety equipment, ain't no need to pout, From the tops to the soles, we got the right fit, Ain't no stoppin' this crew, we gutsy as it gets! (Chorus) Gear up, get tough, it’s a health care grind, Protectin’ all the patients, we way outta line, in the ward, we ready for the play, In this dangerous game, we slayin’ every day! (Outro) So salute to the pros, we the kings and queens, In this wild world, we livin’ out our dreams, General safety’s the motto, hear the thunder, We ain't just about the hustle, we keep it all under'

We fell in love at a young age Mama and daddy saw it straight I always wondered what it would take for us to get engaged We bought a house on 20 acres Big ol’ yard for the kids to play in Tennessee is where I had take you But we were only kids so it wouldn’t faze you Got stuck up by the Mason Dixon Windows down in the Silverado Country playing on the radio station I never knew what it would take to make you mine, We were only 800 miles from your boys back home They always told us we would never make it, Down the back roads of Tennessee But i look at you and say we did it baby We got a family now where we’re meant to be but it’ll never be the same Our family back in Pennsylvania fell to tears when we did it My mama wants to see her baby but it’s just not meant to be Maybe one day we’ll go back to visit but for now we’re down in Tennessee He’s got a big ol’ truck that we take down those back roads Windows down, speaker up on the way back home Kids in the back yelling daddy i see it The big farm house on the 20 acres with the wrap around porch that we always dreamed of I always wondered how we made it To the back streets of Tennessee But baby we made it Mama and daddy you see I’ll always love you and i want to come back home but it just ain’t meant to be Just ain’t meant to be I want to live with my babies on the back roads in Tennessee We never went to the mason Dixons but we’d seen those county lines on our final way back home In the Silverado, windows down and country on the radio Mama and daddy we made it I love you but it just wasn’t meant to be

[Verse] Minutes drip slow, echoes in the hall, Shadows on the wall, memories crawl. Lost in the noise, can't find a way, Heart heavy, skies endless gray. [Verse 2] Eyes gaze far, void in the stare, Future's a ghost, whispers of despair. Time keeps slipping, sands in an hourglass, Past regrets, scars that forever last. [Chorus] Cold nights, moonlit sighs, Tears fall, no more lies. Hopes fade, dreams untether, Caught in the storm, lost forever. [Verse 3] Streets walk lonely, whispers of the wind, Battles within, spirits chagrinned. Faith's a stranger, solace hard to find, Nights so dark, mirror to the mind. [Verse 4] Words left unsaid, hearts broken wide, Footsteps alone, no one by my side. Solitude's a friend, numb to the core, Searching for peace, behind a locked door. [Chorus] Cold nights, moonlit sighs, Tears fall, no more lies. Hopes fade, dreams untether, Caught in the storm, lost forever.

[Verse] You are the moon, you are the sun, The sum of my somebody, If I take you there, will you come, Will you be going there with me? [Verse 2] Underneath the stars, hand in hand, We'll wander across this land, With every step, our hearts expand, Together we'll make a stand. [Chorus] You are the moon, you are the sun, The light when my sky's hazy, If I take you there, will you come, Will you be going there with me? [Verse 3] In the fields, where the wildflowers grow, We'll chase dreams only we know, Through the highs and through the low, Our love will continue to show. [Bridge] With every dawn, with every night, We'll cherish our bond so tight, And in each other's loving light, We'll forever hold on tight. [Chorus] You are the moon, you are the sun, The light when my sky's hazy, If I take you there, will you come, Will you be going there with me?

[Verse] Beethoven with the bars, rhythm tight harps, Spitting notes like Mozart, composing these sparks, Symphonies in cyphers, canvas in the dark, In the alleyways of Mozart, where the legends embark. [Chorus] Strings and beats collide, an epic ride, Maestro with the mic, tales far and wide, Conducting jazz with raw guides, Orchestra in the hood, no place to hide. [Verse 2] Violins vibing, cellos swelling, Narratives in crescendos, stories compelling, Movement through the measures, no telling, Breathing life into the notes, forever dwelling. [Chorus] Strings and beats collide, an epic ride, Maestro with the mic, tales far and wide, Conducting jazz with raw guides, Orchestra in the hood, no place to hide. [Bridge] Piano keys pound, toms with the drift, Spitting symphonies, a lyrical lift, Conductor's heart pounding, here to gift, From the stage to the block, no myth. [Verse 3] Trumpets blazing, life's cadence, Riddled tales, intense fragrance, Horns bridge reality's absence, Bringing classical rap to life's events.

[Intro] Boom bap, yeah, we don’t cap. Turn my pain into power—this my recap. Uh, I been low, but I bounce back, Let’s talk about it. [Verse 1] Born in Naija, life hit me quick, Pops lost his job, momma had to shift. Hand-me-down fits, no fees for school, Pulled outta class, man, it wasn’t cool. Rice every day—no spice, no mix, No lights at home, gotta learn in the sticks. Officials pull up, "Snip, snip," no jokes, Now they friends with moms, man, life’s a hoax. [Chorus] Boom bap, life hard, I rap facts, No facade, got scars, I snap back. Boom bap, no shame, no sidetracks, Turn struggle into art, now the beat slaps. [Verse 2] BQ livin', six deep in one room, I was ashamed, but my friends stayed true. Pops drove Uber, man, hustled for scraps, Saw him cry once—broke my heart in half. Malam next door gave us food on loan, Said, "Pay me later," but he knew we were broke. Moms stitched dreams just to keep us afloat, That’s strength, that’s love, man, take some notes. [Chorus] Boom bap, life hard, I rap facts, No facade, got scars, I snap back. Boom bap, no shame, no sidetracks, Turn struggle into art, now the beat slaps. [Bridge] Sold the crib, got a new vibe, first room mine, But the pain don’t hide—nah, it’s all in my mind. Pops beat cancer, but the bills stack high, Borrowed for my sis, still prayin' to the sky. Bless my aunt, she a queen, always came through, Kept the fam afloat when we didn’t have a clue. [Outro] Fake life? Nah, this survival is finesse, Still here, still blessed, still dealing with the stress. Boom bap, this the vibe, this my flex, Turn the pain into flames, what’s next?

(Verse 1) Yo, the sky’s turnin’ dark like it’s ready to fight, Winds howl loud, and they cut through the night, Hurricane season, yeah, you know what's up, Gotta grab your crew, time to roll, time to huddle up. Storm surge risin’, like my hopes on the grind, Nature’s anger unleashed, you can’t rewind, Board up the windows, stock up the supplies, When the eye of the storm hits, it's no surprise. (Chorus) Hurricane hustle, yeah, we keep it real, Riding the tempest with that iron will, Got our feet steady, we ain't gonna sway, Thuggin thru the storm n struggle, we find a way. (Verse 2) Trees uprooted, but we stand tall, Resilience is the key, we ain’t gonna fall, Rain droppin’ heavy, but our spirits shine, We weather the chaos, like lemonade from lime. Evacuate the block, but the vibe don't fade, Neighbors helping neighbors, that’s how we laid, Catchin’ vibes in the shelter, sharing stories so bold, In the heart of the storm, we turn cups into gold. (Chorus) Hurricane hustle, yeah, we keep it real, Riding the tempest with that iron will, Got our feet steady, we ain't gonna sway, Through the storm and the struggle, we find a way. (Bridge) When the skies clear, and the sun hits the ground, We rebuild together, ain't no way to drown, Nature's fury can’t break our flow, In the aftermath, we embrace and we grow. (Outro) So next time the winds start to rise and swell, Remember this story, we weather it well, Hurricane hustle, we’re a force to see, In the chaos of life, we keep our unity.