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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Grandma curry on the stove, rice pot steam
Cane fields grew my pride, not just my team
From Berbice, Essequibo, coast to creek
That Guyanese blood talk deep when I speak (yeah)
Pepper sauce red, heart even redder
Came from a line make pressure from weather
From boat to bus to block to the boardroom
We build whole worlds out a one small storeroom
[Chorus]
Guyanese blood, it run real rude (rude)
Mix up the slang with the Attitude (skrrt)
From the cane in the sun to the concrete mud
Every step that I step is Guyanese blood (yeah yeah)
Guyanese blood, can’t wash that out
Hear it in my tone, in the way I shout
From the market noise to the dancehall thud
Everything that I am is Guyanese blood (woah)
[Verse 2]
Oil drip talk, but we grew on scraps
Stretch lil ting into big boy racks
Plantain and bake in a brown paper bag
Turn that hustle to a big big flag
Lil cousin send voice note from GT (GT)
Say, “Fam, keep goin’, do it for we”
So I carry whole coast in my chest like crest
If I eat, we eat, that is real progress (yeah)
[Chorus]
Guyanese blood, it run real rude (rude)
Mix up the slang with the Attitude
From the cane in the sun to the concrete mud
Every step that I step is Guyanese blood (Guyanese)
Guyanese blood, can’t wash that out
Hear it in my tone, in the way I shout
From the market noise to the dancehall thud
Everything that I am is Guyanese blood (ahh yeah)
Details
GeneratedJan 19, 2026
Duration1:54
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Hard-hitting boom-bap meets modern drill swing; gritty, close-mic male vocals with sharp doubles and hype ad-libs. Verse rides over dark piano stabs and deep sub, hook widens with crowd-style chants and layered shouts. Snappy snare and crisp hats keep it urgent; short breakdown before final hook for a chest-thumping return.
Credits
Prompt byKingdrkblde
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Guyanese blood, rap
