Title: “Lions Don’t Die (2025 Bashment Remix)”
Dancehall Bashment Street Anthem — Written by Mohamed Adan Dahir aka The Lion of Africa, Styled in 2025 Hardcore Jamaican Language
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[Intro – Growl + Patois Chant]
Yow! Rrrrah!
Mi seh rise up yutes!
Lions don’t dead, dem multiply pon streets!
Somaliland to Faso, we ah mash up beats!
Dutty bassline! Chop like concrete!
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[Hook – Bashment Chant & Response]
Stop! Drop! Roar when di system flop!
Wha?! YEAH! We nuh 'fraid fi shot!
Ride! Rise! Africa bun dem lies!
Light di fyah 'cause di truth cyaan hide!
Boom! Skank! Rebel dem full tank!
Talk! March! Dem cyaan tek we heart!
Step! Swing! Run di riddim king!
Jungle law, we a lion weh sting!
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[Verse 1 – Pure Street Jamaican Flava]
Mi rise from di desert, foot hot like hell,
Wid scars pon mi face and a war fi tell.
Faso an' Somali, we bun dem cell,
Kick down gate, nah wait fi bell.
Chat like shot, voice full a steel,
Mi nuh beg friend, mi come fi di real.
Talk 'bout kings? Well mi deh pon di hill,
Revolution drum, we a mek dem feel!
Bassline deep like a grave inna yard,
Mi lyrics sharp like razor card.
Mi nah laugh when di riddim start,
Gun talk silent, but mi verse dem hard.
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[Hook – Bashment Fire Repeat]
Stop! Drop! Roar when di system flop!
Wha?! YEAH! We nuh 'fraid fi shot!
Ride! Rise! Africa bun dem lies!
Light di fyah 'cause di truth cyaan hide!
Skank pon riddim like a lion in fight,
Bust two verse inna Babylon night!
Dem cyaan hold down this rebel type,
2025 style, we a strike pon sight!
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[Verse 2 – Hardcore Bashment Flow]
Watch it now! Mi come through wid di rage,
Traoré militant, break di cage.
Mi drop bombs wid di riddim as stage,
Mi style dem fresh but mi words dem age.
Mi nuh play chess, mi crash di board,
Speak truth raw, mek Babylon bored.
Fire fi dem when mi spit di sword,
Mi lyrics march like rebel accord.
Mi come fi burn out all di lies,
From Addis Ababa to seaside skies.
Mi name a thunder, di bassline rise,
We bun dem walls, let di people rise!
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[Bridge – Skank & Chant]
Mi seh yo! Nah back down from di fight,
Mi a warrior, walk wid fyah light.
Lions on di road wid a militant might,
Dem cyaan touch di flame inna di night!
Bashment bash out babylon skin,
Riddim a thump from deep within.
Real Gaza yutes now rise an’ win,
Afrika mek a toast, fling riddim in!
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[Verse 3 – Lion of Africa Talk Di Tings]
Mi voice big like thunder roll,
Every verse hot like boiling coal.
Mi nah fake smile, mi goal a soul,
One yute rise, we all control.
Faso to Somaliland, rise tall,
Rough like gully, we nah crawl.
Every street corner, every dancehall,
We chant revolution — hear dat call!
Yutes of Afrika, come one, unite!
Time fi stand up, time fi light!
No more war 'mongst we own,
Together we strong, we build back throne.
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[Final Hook – Bashment Blowout]
Stop! Drop! Roar when di system flop!
Wha?! YEAH! We nuh 'fraid fi shot!
Ride! Rise! Africa bun dem lies!
Light di fyah 'cause di truth cyaan hide!
Skank! Chop!
Mohamed
