Habesha Flame
Song Created By @tesfabekale With AI Singing
音樂詳情
歌詞文本
[Intro] (Soft krar strings fade into a muted trumpet groove) Yo, Lyrik Blaze in the buildin’… Addis heart, Brooklyn soul—ain’t no replacin’… This one’s for the lovers in the trenches… Light a blunt, let it simmer… [Verse 1] Yo, I’m Lyrik Blaze, raised in two worlds collidin’, Eighteen, touchin’ JFK, left Amharic for the sirens. Brooklyn nights, cold as hell, but waizero kept me warm, Met shorty at the bodega—coffee, cream, Ethiopian charm. She said, “Salam, habibi, why your eyes so heavy?” I said, “Girl, I’m from Addis—love’s a war, I’m never ready.” But her smile? Coptic gold, got me speakin’ in tongues, She said, “F*** the past, Blaze—let’s write a new sirat.” [Pre-Chorus] She’s my Brooklyn gursha—sweet, but she’ll cut you quick, Got her nails done at Fulton, but her soul’s Addis thick. Slow whine to the rhythm, her hips like eskista, Lyrik Blaze, man—I’m hooked, no resista’. [Chorus] Habesha love, Brooklyn nights— She’s my bered in the struggle, my wrongs turned right. Lyrik Blaze, yeah, I’m torn between two lands, But her kiss? Holy water mixed with street demands. Habesha love, we bend, never break, From the mercato to Bed-Stuy, man, this love’s our stake. [Verse 2] She’s got scars like taxis, stories in her stride, Lil’ rebel with a gold cross, saints on her side. We argue in Amharic, f*** in Brooklyn slang, Her moans sound like prayers—Egziabher, I’m sank. She said, “Blaze, why you always gotta rap ’bout pain? Let’s turn this trauma into champagne.” Now we sip t’ej in Crown Heights, smoke haze on the roof, Her laugh’s my anthem—truth, dawg, I’m off the stoop. [Pre-Chorus] She’s my Brooklyn gursha—sweet, but she’ll cut you quick, Got her nails done at Fulton, but her soul’s Addis thick. Slow whine to the rhythm, her hips like eskista, Lyrik Blaze, man—I’m hooked, no resista’. [Chorus] Habesha love, Brooklyn nights— She’s my bered in the struggle, my wrongs turned right. Lyrik Blaze, yeah, I’m torn between two lands, But her kiss? Holy water mixed with street demands. Habesha love, we bend, never break, From the mercato to Bed-Stuy, man, this love’s our stake. [Bridge] Yo, we fight like hyenas, f*** like we’re cursed, But when the cops roll by, she’s the shield to my burst. She said, “Blaze, if we die, let’s die in this rain— Addis stars in your eyes, Brooklyn blood in my veins.” I’m a sinner, she’s my Mary—ain’t no church in this dirt, But her love’s the injera that soaks up the hurt. [Outro] (Krar strums, beat fades) Lyrik Blaze… signin’ off… Habesha love, no cap— She’s my war, my peace, my Ethiopian map… One love, two worlds, slow burn… (Whispers in Amharic) Fikirey… fikirey… (My love… my love…) (Siren wails in the distance)
音樂風格描述
Slow, sultry Afrobeat rhythm with Ethiopian jazz undertones
歌詞語言
English
Emotional Analysis
The lyrics evoke a deep sense of love and longing, showcasing a blend of cultural identity and personal experiences. Themes of struggle, resilience, and intimacy are palpable throughout the song, creating an atmosphere that is both romantic and reflective of life's complexities.
Application Scenarios
This song can be played in intimate settings, such as romantic dinners or gatherings celebrating cultural diversity, as well as in clubs where themes of love, identity, and urban life resonate.
Technical Analysis
The composition features a mix of Afrobeat rhythms with Ethiopian jazz influences, utilizing traditional instruments like the krar alongside modern beats. The rhyme scheme and flow evoke a hip-hop sensibility, and the playful use of bilingual lyrics (English and Amharic) adds depth and authenticity to the storytelling.
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paisa nahi tha, Haathon mein tha sirf jazba, par duniya andhi thi zara! Raaton ko jagta, sapne likhta, Aag thi andar, dil mein chingari bhadakti dikhti! Chalte rahe, girte rahe, par rukne ka naam nahi, Jitne bhi aaye mod, kabhi thakne ka kaam nahi! Duniya boli, tu haar gaya—maara gaya, Par ab sun, main jeet gaya—baazi maari bhaiya!Ab naam hai, shaan hai, game ka raj hai, Dil jeet liye maine, duniya pe naaz hai! Bina paison ke, sirf jazbaat ka taaj hai, Mehnat meri raani, ab ye zindagi ka raaz hai! Bhooki thi duniya, sirf paison ki puja, Par maine jeet liya sabko, dilon ka ban gaya badshah! Nafrat thi pehle, mohabbat ab baras rahi, Jo hanste the mujhpe, ab taaliyan baj rahi! Har ek girawat se seekha, badalne ka tareeqa, Ab life fast lane, aur main full speed par bheega! Mic pe aaya, fire bars, beat pe aaya tofa, Main wo naam jo likha gaya, kisi bhi dor ka! Ab naam hai, shaan hai, game ka raj hai, Dil jeet liye maine, duniya pe naaz hai! Bina paison ke, sirf jazbaat ka taaj hai, Mehnat meri raani, ab ye zindagi ka raaz hai!Jise koi nahi jaanta tha, ab woh misaal hai, Zindagi ka asli king, sirf jazba wala hai!
"Still Chopin" (Rap sa beat ng Still D.R.E.) (Intro – 0:00 - 0:20) Yeah… Yo, Chopin sa keys, still running the game, Kahit ilang siglo, ‘di nawawala ang fame. From Poland to Paris, my music’s alive, Still making hits, let’s take a ride! (Verse 1 – 0:21 - 1:00) Yo, back in the day, ‘di ako rapper, Pero ‘pag tumipa, parang may swagger. Nokturno sa gabi, dumadaloy ang feels, Emosyon sa nota, parang hip-hop wheels. Walang mic, pero music ko’y malakas, Bawat arpeggio, damang-dama mo ang bigat. Polonaise, Étude, 'pag narinig mo, Para kang nasa ibang mundo—yo, that’s true! (Pre-Chorus – 1:01 - 1:20) Kahit walang words, damang-dama mo, Keys ko ang verse, walang makakatayo. From the streets to the palace, my sound remains, Still Chopin, ‘di mawawala sa game! (Chorus – 1:21 - 1:40) Still Chopin, still playing them keys, Kahit ilang taon, ‘di mawawala ang heat. Bawat tipa ko, may kwento sa likod, Romantic pero real, ‘di fake na hugot! (Verse 2 – 1:41 - 2:20) Yeah, sa piano ako lumaki, Di kailangan ng words, musika’y bumubuti. Paris nights, Warsaw dreams, Sa bawat piyesa, bumabalik ang scenes. ‘Di lang para sa elite, ‘to’y music for the soul, Kahit mahirap ang buhay, ‘di ako nagfold. Passion ko ang fuel, ‘di pera o fame, Kaya ‘pag narinig mo, you remember the name! (Pre-Chorus – 2:21 - 2:40) Kahit walang words, damang-dama mo, Keys ko ang verse, walang makakatayo. From the streets to the palace, my sound remains, Still Chopin, ‘di mawawala sa game! (Chorus – 2:41 - 3:00) Still Chopin, still playing them keys, Kahit ilang taon, ‘di mawawala ang heat. Bawat tipa ko, may kwento sa likod, Romantic pero real, ‘di fake na hugot! (Outro – 3:01 - end) Yeah… still here, still playing… From 1810 to forever… Still Chopin, ‘di mawawala! ---
[Intro] (Soft krar strings fade into a muted trumpet groove) Yo, Lyrik Blaze in the buildin’… Addis heart, Brooklyn soul—ain’t no replacin’… This one’s for the lovers in the trenches… Light a blunt, let it simmer… [Verse 1] Yo, I’m Lyrik Blaze, raised in two worlds collidin’, Eighteen, touchin’ JFK, left Amharic for the sirens. Brooklyn nights, cold as hell, but waizero kept me warm, Met shorty at the bodega—coffee, cream, Ethiopian charm. She said, “Salam, habibi, why your eyes so heavy?” I said, “Girl, I’m from Addis—love’s a war, I’m never ready.” But her smile? Coptic gold, got me speakin’ in tongues, She said, “F*** the past, Blaze—let’s write a new sirat.” [Pre-Chorus] She’s my Brooklyn gursha—sweet, but she’ll cut you quick, Got her nails done at Fulton, but her soul’s Addis thick. Slow whine to the rhythm, her hips like eskista, Lyrik Blaze, man—I’m hooked, no resista’. [Chorus] Habesha love, Brooklyn nights— She’s my bered in the struggle, my wrongs turned right. Lyrik Blaze, yeah, I’m torn between two lands, But her kiss? Holy water mixed with street demands. Habesha love, we bend, never break, From the mercato to Bed-Stuy, man, this love’s our stake. [Verse 2] She’s got scars like taxis, stories in her stride, Lil’ rebel with a gold cross, saints on her side. We argue in Amharic, f*** in Brooklyn slang, Her moans sound like prayers—Egziabher, I’m sank. She said, “Blaze, why you always gotta rap ’bout pain? Let’s turn this trauma into champagne.” Now we sip t’ej in Crown Heights, smoke haze on the roof, Her laugh’s my anthem—truth, dawg, I’m off the stoop. [Pre-Chorus] She’s my Brooklyn gursha—sweet, but she’ll cut you quick, Got her nails done at Fulton, but her soul’s Addis thick. Slow whine to the rhythm, her hips like eskista, Lyrik Blaze, man—I’m hooked, no resista’. [Chorus] Habesha love, Brooklyn nights— She’s my bered in the struggle, my wrongs turned right. Lyrik Blaze, yeah, I’m torn between two lands, But her kiss? Holy water mixed with street demands. Habesha love, we bend, never break, From the mercato to Bed-Stuy, man, this love’s our stake. [Bridge] Yo, we fight like hyenas, f*** like we’re cursed, But when the cops roll by, she’s the shield to my burst. She said, “Blaze, if we die, let’s die in this rain— Addis stars in your eyes, Brooklyn blood in my veins.” I’m a sinner, she’s my Mary—ain’t no church in this dirt, But her love’s the injera that soaks up the hurt. [Outro] (Krar strums, beat fades) Lyrik Blaze… signin’ off… Habesha love, no cap— She’s my war, my peace, my Ethiopian map… One love, two worlds, slow burn… (Whispers in Amharic) Fikirey… fikirey… (My love… my love…) (Siren wails in the distance)
[Intro] (Soft krar strings fade into a muted trumpet groove) Yo, Lyrik Blaze in the buildin’… Addis heart, Brooklyn soul—ain’t no replacin’… This one’s for the lovers in the trenches… Light a blunt, let it simmer… [Verse 1] Yo, I’m Lyrik Blaze, raised in two worlds collidin’, Eighteen, touchin’ JFK, left Amharic for the sirens. Brooklyn nights, cold as hell, but waizero kept me warm, Met shorty at the bodega—coffee, cream, Ethiopian charm. She said, “Salam, habibi, why your eyes so heavy?” I said, “Girl, I’m from Addis—love’s a war, I’m never ready.” But her smile? Coptic gold, got me speakin’ in tongues, She said, “F*** the past, Blaze—let’s write a new sirat.” [Pre-Chorus] She’s my Brooklyn gursha—sweet, but she’ll cut you quick, Got her nails done at Fulton, but her soul’s Addis thick. Slow whine to the rhythm, her hips like eskista, Lyrik Blaze, man—I’m hooked, no resista’. [Chorus] Habesha love, Brooklyn nights— She’s my bered in the struggle, my wrongs turned right. Lyrik Blaze, yeah, I’m torn between two lands, But her kiss? Holy water mixed with street demands. Habesha love, we bend, never break, From the mercato to Bed-Stuy, man, this love’s our stake. [Verse 2] She’s got scars like taxis, stories in her stride, Lil’ rebel with a gold cross, saints on her side. We argue in Amharic, f*** in Brooklyn slang, Her moans sound like prayers—Egziabher, I’m sank. She said, “Blaze, why you always gotta rap ’bout pain? Let’s turn this trauma into champagne.” Now we sip t’ej in Crown Heights, smoke haze on the roof, Her laugh’s my anthem—truth, dawg, I’m off the stoop. [Pre-Chorus] She’s my Brooklyn gursha—sweet, but she’ll cut you quick, Got her nails done at Fulton, but her soul’s Addis thick. Slow whine to the rhythm, her hips like eskista, Lyrik Blaze, man—I’m hooked, no resista’. [Chorus] Habesha love, Brooklyn nights— She’s my bered in the struggle, my wrongs turned right. Lyrik Blaze, yeah, I’m torn between two lands, But her kiss? Holy water mixed with street demands. Habesha love, we bend, never break, From the mercato to Bed-Stuy, man, this love’s our stake. [Bridge] Yo, we fight like hyenas, f*** like we’re cursed, But when the cops roll by, she’s the shield to my burst. She said, “Blaze, if we die, let’s die in this rain— Addis stars in your eyes, Brooklyn blood in my veins.” I’m a sinner, she’s my Mary—ain’t no church in this dirt, But her love’s the injera that soaks up the hurt. [Outro] (Krar strums, beat fades) Lyrik Blaze… signin’ off… Habesha love, no cap— She’s my war, my peace, my Ethiopian map… One love, two worlds, slow burn… (Whispers in Amharic) Fikirey… fikirey… (My love… my love…) (Siren wails in the distance)
[Intro] (Soft krar strings fade into a muted trumpet groove) Yo, Lyrik Blaze in the buildin’… Addis heart, Brooklyn soul—ain’t no replacin’… This one’s for the lovers in the trenches… Light a blunt, let it simmer… [Verse 1] Yo, I’m Lyrik Blaze, raised in two worlds collidin’, Eighteen, touchin’ JFK, left Amharic for the sirens. Brooklyn nights, cold as hell, but waizero kept me warm, Met shorty at the bodega—coffee, cream, Ethiopian charm. She said, “Salam, habibi, why your eyes so heavy?” I said, “Girl, I’m from Addis—love’s a war, I’m never ready.” But her smile? Coptic gold, got me speakin’ in tongues, She said, “F*** the past, Blaze—let’s write a new sirat.” [Pre-Chorus] She’s my Brooklyn gursha—sweet, but she’ll cut you quick, Got her nails done at Fulton, but her soul’s Addis thick. Slow whine to the rhythm, her hips like eskista, Lyrik Blaze, man—I’m hooked, no resista’. [Chorus] Habesha love, Brooklyn nights— She’s my bered in the struggle, my wrongs turned right. Lyrik Blaze, yeah, I’m torn between two lands, But her kiss? Holy water mixed with street demands. Habesha love, we bend, never break, From the mercato to Bed-Stuy, man, this love’s our stake. [Verse 2] She’s got scars like taxis, stories in her stride, Lil’ rebel with a gold cross, saints on her side. We argue in Amharic, f*** in Brooklyn slang, Her moans sound like prayers—Egziabher, I’m sank. She said, “Blaze, why you always gotta rap ’bout pain? Let’s turn this trauma into champagne.” Now we sip t’ej in Crown Heights, smoke haze on the roof, Her laugh’s my anthem—truth, dawg, I’m off the stoop. [Pre-Chorus] She’s my Brooklyn gursha—sweet, but she’ll cut you quick, Got her nails done at Fulton, but her soul’s Addis thick. Slow whine to the rhythm, her hips like eskista, Lyrik Blaze, man—I’m hooked, no resista’. [Chorus] Habesha love, Brooklyn nights— She’s my bered in the struggle, my wrongs turned right. Lyrik Blaze, yeah, I’m torn between two lands, But her kiss? Holy water mixed with street demands. Habesha love, we bend, never break, From the mercato to Bed-Stuy, man, this love’s our stake. [Bridge] Yo, we fight like hyenas, f*** like we’re cursed, But when the cops roll by, she’s the shield to my burst. She said, “Blaze, if we die, let’s die in this rain— Addis stars in your eyes, Brooklyn blood in my veins.” I’m a sinner, she’s my Mary—ain’t no church in this dirt, But her love’s the injera that soaks up the hurt. [Outro] (Krar strums, beat fades) Lyrik Blaze… signin’ off… Habesha love, no cap— She’s my war, my peace, my Ethiopian map… One love, two worlds, slow burn… (Whispers in Amharic) Fikirey… fikirey… (My love… my love…) (Siren wails in the distance)
[Verse] Cheddar on the table, dreams turnin' bold Brie so creamy, melts in the soul Gouda thumpin', rhythm in the beat Swiss holes, pass the mic, nothin' but heat [Verse 2] Mozzarella strings, pullin' offa slices Sharp like Provolone, yeah, no compromises Blue cheese mood, funk in the air Feta feelin' good, no worries, no care [Chorus] Love that cheese, got me feelin' alright In the morning, noon, and deep in the night Cheese on my mind, in every single bite Cheddar dreams, taking flight, takin' flight [Verse 3] Pepper Jack snap, spice in the bite Havarti flow, groovin' through the night Parmesan shaves, fallin' like snow Munster mix, got the crowd yellin' go [Bridge] Cheese in the pot, flavor in the spot Burrata got it soft, never gonna stop Roquefort dreams, wild and free Manchego moments, best you'll ever see [Verse 4] Cream cheese smooth, startin' my day Ricotta dreams, pasta on the way Grilled cheese love, meltin’ in the pan Cheddar gonna ride, me and cheese got a plan
माई डार्लिंग, माई डार्लिंग, दिलवा ले गईलू छौरी, नाचत बा जवानी, भइल बा बवाल पूरी! डीजे पे बजत बा, बेस जोरदार, सुनो सबके दिल, धड़कत बा बार-बार! गोरी के अदा पे, सब दीवाना हो जा, नैनवा के तीर से, दिल लगाता खो जा। लहंगा चमके, जइसन बिजुरिया के झटका, नाच-नाच के हो, करे सबके दिल का फटका! लिपस्टिक लाल बा, स्माइल में बा जादू, दिलवा के हाइवे पे, चला देलू काबू। ठुमका मार के, करा दिलवा हिला, "माई डार्लिंग" नाम से, पार्टी में लगा जला!
[Verse] Wake up in the city, sun blazing in the sky, Streets buzz with energy, ain't no alibi, Head strong, feet faster than a gazelle on the run, Chasing dreams, dodging schemes, gotta get it done. [Verse 2] Check the mirror, see the past in a blink, Dark circles, long nights, can't afford to sink, Corner store, grab a coffee, liquid gold, Pockets light but my spirit ain't ever sold. [Chorus] Life’s a game, roll the dice, play my hand, Hustle loud, rise above this concrete land, Chasing paper, building dreams brick by brick, No regrets, life's a marathon, clock tick. [Verse 3] Homies riding shotgun, squad tight, Laughter echoes, gotta savor this flight, Graffiti on the walls, stories untold, Mosaics of the hustle, bravery bold. [Bridge] Pause for a second, streetlight glow, Breathe in the essence, let the moment flow, City’s heartbeat syncs with mine, Life in motion, ever so divine. [Verse 4] Nightfall, skyline winks its eye, Neon dreams, high hopes flying high, Back to the crib, mission’s never done, Countdown starts again with the rising sun.
[Verse] I'm finna make a bitch gag Swear on your life no gas Yo man like stop looking vexed She's a team player you gotta rest [Verse 2] Gotta take a seat man You know you chowing bench Life's a game we all play fam Your hype just make no sense [Chorus] No gas no stress Put your heart to the test Keep it real stay blessed No lies no finesse [Verse 3] Ride or die that's the motto Move quick like a desperado Don't fight just face the sorrow New day new me tomorrow [Bridge] Throw shade but I shine Life ain't always a straight line Trust fate it'll align Lean back enjoy the wine [Chorus] No gas no stress Put your heart to the test Keep it real stay blessed No lies no finesse
INTRO – (slim shady, Male,Talking) "Yo, why the hell am I here? Oh yeah—self-sabotage and girls with more subscribers than a megachurch." "Billie, why do you look like you’re about to haunt my house?" (female, soft, eerie whisper): "You love it…" CHORUS – (Billie Eilish, female, Haunting & Hypnotic) "I see the fire in your eyes, but you’re frozen in your pride You say you hate the way I live, but you just stay the night Glass house, throwing stones, but we both know we’ll never break it Say you love me, say you hate me—either way, we’re both just fakin’…" VERSE 1 – (Slim Shady, male, Chaotic & Unfiltered) I met this chick off TikTok—said her name was Crystal She strip for crypto, do live streams with a pistol I told her, "Damn, girl, you wild!"—she said, "Not yet!" Then popped a Plan B like it’s fuckin’ breath mints! Next thing I know, she’s naked, dancin’ on a casket Told me, “Shady, I love dead presidents!”—necromantic! I said, “Girl, you got issues, your daddy must be proud!” She said, "Funny story..."—then pointed at the ground! (beat slows, eerie pause—Slim laughs) [Slim Shady: Mocking, Dark Humor Flow] Oh shit—wait, what? That’s your dad down there? Guess he’s really six feet into his daughter’s affairs! She said, "Daddy loved me, but not in a normal way..." Then she pulled out a VHS from 1998! I said, “Yo, I ain't watchin’ that!”—she said, “But it’s our past!” I said, “What the fuck—girl, I rap, I don't do podcasts!” She said, “It’s okay, it’s all love, don’t be judgin’ me...” Then tried to tongue kiss the urn on her mantelpiece! PRE-CHORUS – (Billie, female, Eerie But Amused) "Baby, you don’t love me, you love the way I make you sin Hate me when you hold me, but you keep on pullin’ in Told me I’m a problem, but you drink me anyway Tell me, tell me—will you ever walk away?" VERSE 2 – (Slim Shady, male, Going Off the Rails) Ayo, my ex faked a pregnancy just for the clout Told the blogs I was the dad while she drank on live—wow! Bitch, you built like a crash dummy, don’t act funny That baby got more filters than your deadbeat mummy! I saw a priest on a plane sniffin’ coke off a Bible Said, “Shady, I love your music, it’s so insightful!” I said, “Oh yeah? You like my violent rhymes?” He said, “Yeah! Almost as much as I like violent crimes!” (beat cuts—horrifying silence for a second, then sudden bass drop!) BRIDGE– (Billie, female Hypnotic & Ghostly) "Ohhh, we keep burning down these walls 'Til there's nothing left at all Every kiss is like a war But you keep coming back for more…"* Slim Shady (Male) (mocking): "Aww, so poetic. Somebody hand her a Grammy, quick." "Oh shit—oh, was that too far?! Wait—why y’all act surprised?! Y’all been lettin’ R. Kelly sing love songs for 20 years!!" ( Slim whispering:) "Tell ‘em I’m not home!"