Lyrics
[Intro]
Shell blow, sun low
Tatau ink, neck gold
From the reef to the road
Yeah, we ride, yeah, we roll
[Verse 1]
Streetpirates, flags on the dash
808 shake when the convoy pass
Lifted trucks, chrome smile so wide
Kids on the curb throwing up our sign
Classic cars, candy paint, slow creep
But the heart of the crew? That’s deep
Polynesia in the bones, in the breath we take
Guard the waves, guard the babies when the earth aches
Aunties selling plate lunch by the pier
Uncles in the circle, “Boy, keep it clear”
Every island, different name, same bloodline
From the valley to the shoreline, all mine
[Chorus]
We the island warriors (warriors)
Streetpirates on patrol, that’s glorious
Protect the kids, protect the bay
From the reefs to the streets, we don’t play
We the island warriors (warriors)
Ocean in our veins, can’t bury us
From the drums to the rumble of the lane
Stand tall, stand proud, never change
[Verse 2]
Salt air, but the mind stay sharp
Every wave like a beat in the dark
Cousins in the cypher, verse get lit
But we put the keiki first, that’s it
Ocean creation, watch the tide teach math
How to count every swell, how to read that path
You can feel old gods when the wind shift
Hear ‘em in the pipes when the gears lift
Rolling past murals of the old chiefs
Eyes looking down over palm leaves
They say, “Boy, hold the line, stay brave”
So we circle these blocks like we circle these waves
[Pre-Chorus]
From the docks to the top of the ridge
Every move that we make for the kids
Say your name, say your clan, that’s love
Every horn, every chant rise up
[Chorus]
We the island warriors (warriors)
Streetpirates on patrol, that’s glorious
Protect the kids, protect the bay
From the reefs to the streets, we don’t play
We the island warriors (warriors)
Ocean in our veins, can’t bury us
From the drums to the rumble of the lane
Stand tall, stand proud, never change
[Bridge]
If you from small rock or a big one
If your skin light brown or a dark sun
If you ride low, ride high, that’s fine
Long as you ride for the bloodline
Hands up for the babies in the backseat
Hands up for the cousins in the concrete
Every block, every dock, that’s home
Say it loud so the world gon’ know
[Chorus]
Style
rapbooming polynesian rap cypher over heavy west coast bouncesub-shaking bass and sharp snare. male vocals with stacked gang chants on the hookconch shell and log drums tucked into the rhythm. verses weave english and island slangriding a confident mid-tempo stride; hook explodes with call-and-response shouts. occasional dj cuts and siren stabs to hype the street anthem energy.classic
Prompt
Streetpirates, Warriors, protect the Islands, protect our kids, ocean creation, Polynesia, lifted trucks, classic cars, rap
Credits
Prompt by
Hype_Man808
Hype_Man808GeneratedJan 14, 2026
ModelAria v5
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