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Yo toolkayga reer somaliland heestani waa,
Tii reer Eed-leh ugu heesa heestan.
🔥 REER EED-LEH waa LION OF AFRICA.
Reer Eed-leh step in — bare silence, bare tension,
Whole block freeze when the bloodline mention.
Lion of Africa, mane glow like ascension,
Any beat that I touch turn pressure and vengeance.
Man talk crud? Nah bredrin, we don’t rate that,
Hyenas lurk but the Lion don’t chase that.
When I roar, every real one rise — straight facts,
Only scavengers scatter when I shake the landscape black.
Somaliland root but I step like a London king,
Reer Eed-leh banner in the wind — that’s a thunder swing.
Heart of a warrior, chest of a storm, let the drumline ring,
I don’t rap, I summon — every verse is a summon thing.
Bloodline ancient — Kushite bones in the structure,
Desert heat forged me, I walk with sulfur.
Man talk loud till the Lion approach — then culture,
One roar make the world stand still — no buffer.
Reer Eed-leh big step, no fear in the genome,
Move through London like the city is a free zone.
Warrior spirit in the rhythm of my earlobe,
Opps get silent like “wait, he’s in beast mode?!”
Uncut, unfiltered, pure faya, never watered,
Legacy of kings in the veins, never altered.
Hyenas stay shook — they know the Lion’s the author,
When we rise up, earth tremble like a natural slaughter.
Reer Eed-leh top tier, heavy like a war drum clap,
Stand firm, no bend — we don’t fold, don’t cap.
Lion of Africa lead the march, whole crowd react,
Raw power, raw pride — every lyric impact.
When the Lion roars — sky lift, ground shift,
Living things rise like they caught in a spirit lift.
Only scavengers hide — they ain't built for this gift,
Reer Eed-leh forever — bloodline too swift.
Reer Eed-leh banner in the sky like a war flag raised,
Talk tough but they shook when the Lion’s gaze grazed.
I came from the dust where the brave got praised,
Now the whole world listens when the Lion gets phased.
We don’t beg friend — real blood stand in formation,
Ancestors whisper every move, that’s coordination.
Hyenas chat but can’t touch the foundation,
Reer Eed-leh built strong like a whole new nation.
Foot on the gas, no brakes in the pain route,
I come from warriors that never took the safe route.
London nights, Somaliland flame — that’s the same route,
When I speak truth, even silence gotta break out.
Opps get quiet when they hear the Lion breathing,
Heart start freezing, instinct start leaving.
Every bar heavy — whole rhythm starts grieving,
Reer Eed-leh charge in, no warning, no reason.
Legacy tall like the dunes in the homeland,
Power in my voice shake cities like a slow jam.
We rise as one — that’s the code of the whole clan,
Lion of Africa roar make earth feel the program.
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Mohamed
