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
Mohamed
