Name: Us & Them by CEE DEE_DAAUDIOARCHITECT
Duration: 3 min 43 s
Description: On the outside it's "Us" but behind closed doors it's "Them"

Magic City

DSTRCTNS

Pretty Girl Anthem

Who I Am

Back & Forth

RIGHTEOUS

TAKE OVER ME

On the outside it's "Us" but behind closed doors it's "Them"

Us & Them

Should I Cut U Loose? It was two, now it's three?

Cut U Loose

BREAK FREE

(lyrics)

Sun peek through, I don’t blink
Grind all day, no time to think
Steam in the cup, pain in the drink
Still on ten —
Still won’t sink

Eyes low, mind high
Dreams talk back, I reply
I don’t fold, I don’t lie
Move in the dark, eagle eye

Laced up — tight
Drip clean — right
Every step — light
Pressure buildin’ — I just might

No days off — nah
No rest, no pause
I run the game — facts
I break the laws — yeah
No sleepin’ — up
Straight to the top — up
Chasin’ the sun
‘Til the whole sky drop

Tick tick, time playin’ games
I don’t flinch, I don’t change
Beast mode, broke off the chain
Heart go boom — that’s propane

Foot on neck, I don’t lift
Cold like ice, mind don’t drift
Stay on grind, stay on shift
Every L just makes that gift

No block — me
Sky wide — free
Path twist — still
I bend not — G

No days off — nah
No rest, no pause
I run the game — facts
I break the laws — yeah
No sleepin’ — up
Straight to the top — up
Chasin’ the sun
‘Til the whole sky drop

Never slow
Never soft
You know the code:
No days off

Never slow
Never soft
You know the code:
No days off

No Days Off

“Ina Jo” is a nostalgic hymn to the fire that raised us — the crackle of cassette tapes, the pulse of Brenda Fassie under mango trees, and the sacred basslines of Fela, Makeba, and King Sunny Adé. Caeli August channels a generation’s longing for raw, analogue soul in a digital age obsessed with speed and trends.
A love letter to the old school, “Ina Jo” moves between groove and memory — echoing spirituality, vinyl scratches, and rhythms that burn slow and deep. No algorithms. Just static, soul, and sonic truth.
Retro Afro-soul warmth meets analogue textures in this uplifting, urgent ~86 BPM track. Afro-electronic rhythms fuse with synth bass, live percussion, and chopped vocal samples. Cinematic R&B strings and lush keys build a sense of tension and resolve. Protest-pop hooks burst open through processed group chants, while intricate layering and pulsing beats energize throughout — culminating in a haunting synth coda that lingers long after the fire fades.


🔥 No likes. No feeds. Just the fire that made us. 🔥

Title: Ina jo  
Performed by Caeli August | Written by Aime Pandi Bapaga | Produced by NuVox

[Intro]
(Mmm-mmm, yeah...)
I don't want no updates
Don't need a new sound wave
NuVox, Ina jo - ina jo.

[Verse 1]
I don't want new music,
Just the old school on the radio.
Dial it up on my stereo,
Find my favourite show.
Brenda Fassie’s voice sweet like honey,
Playing back to memory I know.
Cadet skirt, skipping - dancing solo
Under mango trees, sweet like a carol.

[Pre-Chorus]
I want the noise, but no feeds,
Wind back my deepest needs.
Analogue bassline setting me free,
Give me tapes, not MP3s.

[Chorus]
I don’t want no algorithms,
Just the static and the rhythm.
Cassette winding like a prayer,
Fela Kuti singing in the air.
No new beats can take me higher,
Than a crackle on the wire.
I just want the old school,
That old school fire.

[Echoed Choir]
(Fire – fire – fire) (Fire till I tire) Tire-tire-tire yeah,
(Fire – fire – fire) (Fire till I tire) Tire-tire-tire yeah.

[Verse 2]
Skip the shuffle, skip the trends,
Give me soul that never ends.
Let Mama’s spirit echo in my tone,
Vinyl scratches feel like home.
Cadet blues and golden frames,
Each song recalls an old flame,
How I danced barefoot back in time,
To Mirriam Makeba sacred rhyme.

[Pre-Chorus]
No more clicks, no filtered scenes,
Just the raw and in-between.
Let the echo carry me
Where the music used to be.

[Chorus]
I don’t want no algorithms,
Just the static and the rhythm.
Cassette winding like a prayer,
King Sunny Ade humming in the air.
No new beats can take me higher,
Than a crackle on the wire.
I just want the old school,
That old school fire.

[Echoed Choir]
(Fire – fire – fire) (Fire till I tire) Tire-tire-tire yeah,
(Fire – fire – fire) (Fire till I tire) Tire-tire-tire yeah.

[Bridge]
There’s magic in the chorus of a world that moved too slow...
No likes, no streams — just stereo.
Rewind me there. Don’t let it go.

[Final Chorus – variation]
I don’t want no fast connection,
I want rhythm with reflection.
Let the needle kiss the groove,
That's the only way I move.
No fresh drops can touch the choir
That raised me through the amplifier.
I just want the old school,
That old school fire...

[Outro - Echoed Choir]
(Fire – fire – fire) (Fire till I tire) Moto wa zamani,
(Fire – fire – fire) (Fire till I tire) Ina jo, ina jo,
(Fire – fire – fire) (Fire till I tire) Moto wa zamani,
(Fire – fire – fire) (Fire till I tire) Ina jo, ina jo,
(Fire – fire – fire) (Fire till I tire) Moto wa zamani,
(Fire – fire – fire) (Fire till I tire) Ina jo, ina jo,
(Fire – fire – fire) (Fire till I tire) Moto wa zamani,
(Fire – fire – fire) (Fire till I tire) Ina jo, ina jo,


Ina Jo (Vol. 5)

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Us & Them

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