Title: "Grad Mohamed Boss (Ambassador Anthem)"
Heesta waxa curiyay Mohamed Adan Dahir
[Intro – Arabic strings with heavy bass & dancehall echoes]
(Ayo... Turn me up...)
Yeah… big up Grad Mohamed Boss…
Ambassador fi di truth, Somaliland to the globe…
No imitation, pure elevation...
[Verse 1 – Hardcore hip-hop flow]
From the Horn to London, walkin’ like a lion,
Every word he speak, yo, it's sharp like iron.
He don't chase clout, he build legacies,
Turnin’ youth into kings, plantin’ destiny’s trees.
When the system cold, he bringin’ that flame,
He don’t just rep us — he redefining the game.
Real leader, no filter, no fake flash,
Clean heart, firm step, movin’ with class.
He told me, “Son, use the mic like a sword,
Speak for your people, lift ‘em with your word.”
So I write these verses in fire and gold,
About a boss whose story forever be told.
[Hook – Jamaican chorus with Arabic harmonies]
Grad Mohamed Boss, no one like him,
Lights up the world when it’s lookin’ dim.
From Somaliland to the British rim,
He’s the fire in the dark, he’s the lion’s hymn.
(Real boss, real ting, ambassador swing)
(Respect fi di man wid di royal bling)
[Verse 2 – Reggae-infused rhythm, conscious flow]
He walk like a king, talk like a chief,
Bring hope to the poor, bring power to belief.
From government halls to the London streets,
He carry the culture with honor and peace.
Somaliland rise every time he speak,
In the face of storms, he never been weak.
He say, “Unity, youth, and African pride,”
So I hold the mic tight and walk by his side.
Vision so clear like Arabian nights,
Backed by the truth, not political lights.
He move for the people, stand tall through the fire,
He’s the boss, the flame, the heart of empire.
[Bridge – Arabic chanting with echoing adlibs]
(Masha’Allah… Grad Mohamed Boss…)
(Ambassador of the people… light in the dark…)
(Faariidnimo iyo geesinimo…)
[Verse 3 – Final verse, poetic and powerful]
This for the days when the youth got no guide,
But see his face and feel purpose inside.
He don’t just wear suits, he wear the crown,
Put respect on his name, he hold it down.
Every step he take, make the elders proud,
Every speech he give, echo through the crowd.
A true statesman, born from the dust,
Turnin’ pain to progress, in him we trust.
He ain’t Hollywood, he Holiness,
He turn struggle into boldness.
Grad Mohamed Boss, you my spark,
You gave me light when the world was dark.
[Hook – Final, full force with layered vocals]
Grad Mohamed Boss, no one like him,
Lights up the world when it’s lookin’ dim.
From Somaliland to the British rim,
He’s the fire in the dark, he’s the lion’s hymn.
(Real boss, real ting, ambassador swing)
(Respect fi di man wid di royal bling)
[Outro – Oud solo with gentle beat fade]
He walks with power, speaks with grace…
The ambassador of hope…
From Mohamed Adan Dahir… this one's eternal.
Mohamed
