[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]

rap, Booming Polynesian rap cypher over heavy West Coast bounce, sub-shaking bass and sharp snare. Male vocals with stacked gang chants on the hook, conch shell and log drums tucked into the rhythm. Verses weave English and island slang, riding 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

Island Warriors