HUMBLE DANCE (Eh Anthem)

Yo, it's Charfi, man, out here on this grind, Fighting for my dream, leaving the past behind, Got my head up high, always pushing through, For my family, for my name, and for what I gotta do. I love my parents, Abdelhafidh and Hafsa, no doubt, They raised me right, gave me strength to stand out, Always by my side, through every trial and pain, Now I'm hustlin’ hard, I’mma break these chains. Charfi, Charfi, always fightin' for the win, Risin' up for the family, that’s where I begin, Hamouda, Hamma, we got that bond so tight, Through the struggle, through the night, we gon' be alright. Hamouda the brave, yeah, that’s my lil’ bro, Fighting for the dream, with courage in tow, A true warrior spirit, he stands so tall, No fear in his heart, he ready to ball. And Hamma, that wild one, always causing a stir, But you know what, man? He’s got the heart of a blur, Quick on his feet, sharp with his mind, With his energy, he leaves the haters behind. Charfi, Charfi, always fightin' for the win, Risin' up for the family, that’s where I begin, Hamouda, Hamma, we got that bond so tight, Through the struggle, through the night, we gon' be alright. Ayyoub, Sami, Oussama, they got my back, A brotherhood so strong, we stay on track, Amir, Amen, and my sisters, Aya and Asma, They all keep me grounded, even when life’s drama. Esra, Nada, Yassmine, and Bayan, the queens of my life, I’d do anything for them, through the joy and the strife, Love for my fam, it’s deep in my soul, Together we rise, we gon’ reach that goal. I’m fightin’ for the dream, I’mma raise ‘em high, For the ones I love, I’mma touch the sky, My family’s my strength, they keep me real, I’mma make ‘em proud, that’s the deal. Charfi, Charfi, always fightin' for the win, Risin' up for the family, that’s where I begin, Hamouda, Hamma, we got that bond so tight, Through the struggle, through the night, we gon' be alright. So here I stand, with my fam, we gon' shine, Through every battle, every climb, Charfi and the crew, we hold it down, We rise from the struggle, we wear that crown.

INTRO (Whistle Lead, a high-pitched, hypnotic whistle melody loops (4 bars), layered with Amapiano log drums and a rolling bassline.Afrobeat percussion (shakers, congas) creeps in, building anticipation.) VERSE 1 (Vocals: Chilled, rhythmic delivery) "Stay humble, eh… (Stay humble!) Stay humble, eh… (Stay humble!) Stay humble, eh… (Stay humble!) Stay humble, eh… (Eh! Eh! Eh!)" (Production: Whistle continues, Afrobeat guitar chops (reggae-inspired skanks), kicks syncopated with shakers.) (Ad-libs: Echoed "Eh!" and crowd chants in the background.) PRE-DROP (Whistle ascends in pitch, drums pause briefly) "STAAAAY… (STAY!)" (Sudden silence, then…) (Beat DROP) (Whistle explodes, full dance beat) "STAY HUMBLE EH! (EH!) STAY HUMBLE EH! (EH!)" (Repeat 4x) (Production: Heavy Amapiano bassline, Afrobeat horns stabs, triplet hi-hats, and whistle leading the melody.) (Breakdown: Whistle solo (8 bars) with log drum rolls.) VERSE 2 (Hip-Hop Switch-Up) (Rap flow over stripped beat) "Stay low but the money high, eh! Stack it up to the sky, eh! Keep it cool, no lie, eh! STAY HUMBLE, EH—let’s ride, eh!" (Production: Hip-hop 808s and snare combo, whistle lingers faintly.) (Ad-libs: "Yooo!" / "Wavey!") BREAKDOWN (Afro-Piano Groove) (Whistle melody returns, vocals chopped) "Stay… humble… eh… (Eh! Eh! Eh!)" (Call-and-response with a deep vocal echo): "STAY… HUMBLE… EH!" FINAL CHORUS (Full energy, crowd vocals) "STAY HUMBLE EH! (WHISTLE!) STAY HUMBLE EH! (WHISTLE!)" (Repeat until fade-out) OUTRO (Whistle melody lingers, beat dissolves into distant claps and echoey ad-libs) "Stay humble… eh… fades"

INTRO (Whistle Lead) A high-pitched, hypnotic whistle melody loops (4 bars), layered with Amapiano log drums and a rolling bassline. Afrobeat percussion (shakers, congas) creeps in, building anticipation. VERSE 1 (Vocals: Chilled, rhythmic delivery) "Stay humble, eh… (Stay humble!) Stay humble, eh… (Stay humble!) Stay humble, eh… (Stay humble!) Stay humble, eh… (Eh! Eh! Eh!)" Production: Whistle continues, Afrobeat guitar chops (reggae-inspired skanks), kicks syncopated with shakers. Ad-libs: Echoed "Eh!" and crowd chants in the background. PRE-DROP (Whistle ascends in pitch, drums pause briefly) "STAAAAY… (STAY!)" Sudden silence, then… DROP (Whistle explodes, full dance beat) "STAY HUMBLE EH! (EH!) STAY HUMBLE EH! (EH!)" (Repeat 4x) Production: Heavy Amapiano bassline, Afrobeat horns stabs, triplet hi-hats, and whistle leading the melody. Breakdown: Whistle solo (8 bars) with log drum rolls. VERSE 2 (Hip-Hop Switch-Up) (Rap flow over stripped beat) "Stay low but the money high, eh! Stack it up to the sky, eh! Keep it cool, no lie, eh! STAY HUMBLE, EH—let’s ride, eh!" Production: Hip-hop 808s and snare combo, whistle lingers faintly. Ad-libs: "Yooo!" / "Wavey!" BREAKDOWN (Afro-Piano Groove) (Whistle melody returns, vocals chopped) "Stay… humble… eh… (Eh! Eh! Eh!)" Call-and-response with a deep vocal echo: "STAY… HUMBLE… EH!" FINAL CHORUS (Full energy, crowd vocals) "STAY HUMBLE EH! (WHISTLE!) STAY HUMBLE EH! (WHISTLE!)" (Repeat until fade-out) OUTRO (Whistle melody lingers, beat dissolves into distant claps and echoey ad-libs) "Stay humble… eh… fades"

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Write a song about a boy called Kalem Spindley who ran away from home, whilst George May and Dominic Hayes express their romantic interests in each other

Verse] In the city lights, along the famous hagen 4lane I chase my dreams The cool breeze of the mighty mountain hagen brushes away my fears Togoba is home, my fathers land Me mangi truka Past failures, they try to steal my hope But I won't let them dim my glow Mendi is second home, ples where ol uncles stap I am known to my homies as kuntmul [Verse] I'm tired of the beef Mama taught me to be a better man But I am my fathers son My dad's a king and still a king Mendi is home but lewa stap lo Togoba mile ples where mama karim me lonem [Pre-chorus] Through the noise, I hear my voice A voice that's true, can't be denied With every brush, I leave my mark In this city, I'm not alone I got brothers who got my back I got a pack running behind me [Chorus] My fathers they keep me strong They are hustlers, I'll find my song when I grow into a man under the golden watchful eyes of my great lion King Wally Embraced by my mothers beautiful arms i will grow into the man she longs for, my beautiful meri Mendi mix Daru in your watchful eyes I will grow Mount Hagen is where I belong Thankyou mama for giving me life [Verse] Neon signs, they flicker bright Reflecting on my night From my fathers mighty shadows, I will step into light In this city, through the mighty 4lane I'll take flight in due time Togoba is where I belong Me mangi truka [Verse] Rooftops high, I paint the sky Stars above, they shine so high In this city, I'll find my way With every stroke, I'll stay [Pre-chorus] Through the noise, I hear my fathers voice A voice that's true, can't be denied With every brush, I'll leave my mark Because I am my fathers son In this city, I'm not alone I have a pack running behind me [Chorus] City dreams, they keep me strong I'm a hustlers son, I've found my song Embrace the art, let it flow City dreams, they're where I belong [Chorus] City dreams, they light my path In the chaos, I've found my part With every hue, I'll never stop In this city, I'll never back down

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Yo, suno sab, yeh hai Talha ka dasta, Pakistan ka beta, India ka dhum macha rakha. Talaq naam se log pagal ho jaate hain, Par Talha naam se shehron mein baat chalti hai. Niji abhi baccha hai, par awaaz hai bullet, Har line mein fire, har beat pe hai impact. Main nahi, meri art hai jo bolti hai, Har gaali, har shehar, har ghar mein dholti hai. Log kehte hain, "Kaun hai yeh Talha?" Jo rap ki duniya mein chhaa gaya hai pal bhar mein. Pakistan se nikla, India mein dhum macha rakha, Ab poora desh jaanta hai, kaun hai yeh banda. Talaq naam se log darre, par Talha naam se chillaye, Har verse mein truth bomb, har line mein fire. Niji abhi baccha hai, par game mein hai khaas, Jo bhi sunta hai, kehta hai, "Yaar, yeh toh hai mass!"

Prrrr aaa kukavicaa (verse) Veljko četri dana šmrče, Napala ga nesanica NA LEKINOM NIKADA NEĆE BITI NESTAŠICA!!! RARA RAAA Veljko vuče kao lud, Radi ga na neki blud Ako iscima ribe isplatiće se trud Ra ra raaa Na kapiji moka te čeka Nanjuši te iz daleka Čuva svoju mirnu luku Gleda kome da otkine ruku NANANA NA NA (chorus) KUMAra je dovla glava, Sluša kebu starog lava -Ćene da ga degla doktor vrti glavom kao rotor -U vugli mu je samo motor Brrrm brrrrm Ide zika STARA Pesma brena lepa Malo VIKI MALO ŠEMSA (verse) HEEJ SUZE BRIŠU SVE U ŽIVOTU MOM PROHUJAO SI SVIHOROM Prrrr RAAA TA TA (CHORUS) GDE je Peca, koju vreba bije nekog ne da leba -Ka-pe-tem petak sreda Viče samo šta ti treba treba NANANAN NA NA Čekam ZBA da nam dođe Dal će priča da nam prođe Oću rizle ukus grožđe -oranž bad dođe voće Čekam ZBU, čeka ŠARA Roterdamu više para Ide pesma ona stara VRTI TRAKA Ide Dara RA RA SVI SU TU KAO NEKADA ČUJE SE PESMA STARIH DRUGOVA Samo tii Tii nisi kraj mene UOOHOO HOO Bane vrti MAŠTU VRAĆA Centar SAVA LETNJA bašta Zimi KOLOS bilo svašta Šmrko, zguto - jašta, jašta TA ta ratatataa Pitanja su uvek ista zna li se o braći išta Rekoh- negde,asvalt, pista u trenutku dvesta trista dva motora ista ista beli zver je čista čista Crven ceo blista blista Brrrm rrrm brrrrm Sedim čekam, opet svane Ziku vrti, kida bane ČETRI dana neće stane ĆUTIM gledam brojim dane Raaaaaaa -Keša ne sme mane mane Basevima mrdamo organe, Daj od cece, onu za rane Na crveno nikad da se stane Brrm brrrrrm Prođi samnom kroz crvenooo Veljko veljko, u crveno crveno Peti dan bunilo bunilo Šesti dan Sve ga zbunilo Sedmi dan Rekord ludilo NANANA NA NA (CHORUS) Dovla kida kada treba Sedi čisti ja ga gledam Kaže nekog ću da skenjam Tu je A-ka četres sedam Nikad nikom da se predam RATATA TA RAAA Onaj Peca luda glava Dal će ikada da spava Kida ljude poput lava Baca druge taj sa splava Nisi dobar pravac sava Raaaa nana (verse) Ceo život tu sam negde Nekad davno neke berbe Jurim gledam samo evre Čuvam braću samo vredne Nananan Na na Dani tužni dani sreće Sve nas hoće pa nas neće Samo ćutiš srce trepće Nosiš cveće pališ sveće Svuda samo braća prava Kad se kara dodje rava Karabatić ava ava Strava rava eva prava Bože spasi da se skrasi Prvoj klasi prvi krasi Gasi strasti dušu spasi Trajni dani noću tajni Mračni gadni Jutrom sjajni Raaatatata ta Ceo život tu sam negde Dani tužni dani sreće Sve nas hoće pa nas neće Samo ćutiš srce trepće Lekino brdo

Yo, Malik saab, duniya pe chhaaya, Sabse ooncha, sabse aala, raaj jamaaya. Dharti pe kadam, aasmaan pe haath, Duniya ki saari taakat, meri baat. King of the world, sab kuch mera, Zameen se lekar, sitare amara. Fast rap flow, lightning speed, Duniya ke saare records, I exceed. East se West, North se South, Mere naam ka goonjta shout. Har dil mein darr, har rooh mein jazba, Malik saab ka hai duniya pe rajwa. Money, power, respect, sab kuch hai paas, Duniya ki saari taakat, meri ikhtiyaar. Fast cars, big dreams, aur bada plan, Duniya ko chalana, mera hai dastaan. 500 alfaz, super hit flow, Duniya ke saare log, bolenge "Whoa!" Malik saab ka style, sabse unique, Duniya pe chhaaya, mera jo peak. Har dushman ko pata, mera hai dum, Duniya ki saari taakat, mera hai junoon. Fast rap, fast life, fast success, Duniya pe chhaaya, mera jo address. Yo, Malik saab, sabse ooncha, Duniya ki saari taakat, meri ikhtiyaar. Fast rap, fast flow, sabse hit, Duniya pe chhaaya, mera

[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)