Intro – Spoken over militant drums, eerie synths]
Yeah...
This ain’t just for Somaliland...
This is for every ghetto, every kingdom, every soul breathing truth.
The Lion of Africa... speaks.
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[Verse 1]
Born in Hargeysa, raised by dust and dreams,
Educated in Britain, now I split regimes.
I ain’t just a man — I’m the voice of storms,
Every word I spit, another nation forms.
I see the world divided by fake kings,
But I move like Malcolm with angel wings.
I don't care your race — we all bleed red,
Till we rise as one, we already dead.
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[Hook – Aggressive, raw voice, chants layered underneath]
This my philosophy — unity and fire!
Every nation, every soul, we rise higher!
Black, white, brown — we all got a story,
But truth and justice? That’s my glory!
LION OF AFRICA! I speak for the voiceless,
Breakin’ down borders with bars that are priceless.
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[Verse 2]
I don't kneel to no empire, I don't fear no throne,
I walk like a pharaoh in a world overthrown.
My people been broken, starved, and enslaved —
But look in my eyes — you see the ones who stayed.
This ain’t about skin — this about soul,
This about justice carved in gold.
You could be from Haiti, Gaza, Rio or Rome,
My words are bullets that bring ya home.
I spit for the poor kid sleepin’ in war zones,
For the girl with hope even when she’s alone.
From Palestine to Paris, Kingston to Cape Town,
This Lion speaks — time to lay the hate down.
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[Hook – Chant w/ militant drums and choir echo]
This my philosophy — unity and fire!
Every nation, every soul, we rise higher!
Black, white, brown — we all got a story,
But truth and justice? That’s my glory!
LION OF AFRICA! The mind of a rebel,
I build with love, but I fight like a level.
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[Bridge – Low, deep vocal w/ echo FX]
They divided us with borders, skin, and names,
But I see humans — not players in their games.
You ain’t my enemy — ignorance is.
So I break the chains — for the future’s kids.
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[Verse 3 – Final verse, high intensity]
Look — I don’t just rap, I resurrect pride,
For every mother that cried, for every dream that died.
The system feeds lies, but I chew and spit,
I’m the Lion — and this mic’s my pulpit.
I ain’t just Somali — I’m universal flame,
From the ashes I came, now remember the name:
MOHAMED ADAN DAHIR — I don’t need a crown,
I’m the truth in the sound, flipping pain upside down.
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[Outro – Spoken, fading heartbeat drums]
Every race...
Every nation...
Every voice that dares to dream...
I am with you.
We rise together — or not at all.
– The Lion of Africa.
Mohamed
