Skrr skrr, o batla smoke?
Yah, ke di champs tsa block!
Haibo—sound ke Bacardi!

Ga skrr skrr! — we don’t stop!
Township bass make body pop!
Shake that floor, ke di boss!
Pretoria loud, ga re drop soft!

Lepara mode, di shades ka night,
Khaphela groove, no fight — just vibe.
Di chomi tsa Stru, ba di flex ka price,
Sho! — ke Starboy, not nice.

Tsa Mamelodi go Sunnyside,
We plug that line — no Wi-Fi.
S’phanda le beat, we baptize,
Street talk, no cap, just size.

Ga skrr skrr! — we don’t stop!
Township bass make body pop!
Shake that floor, ke di boss!
Pretoria loud, ga re drop soft!

Aowa! (Yah!)
O mang? (Re tsa North!)
O tsamaya kae? (Re block to block!)
Aowa! (Yah!)
O mang? (Re tsa North!)
Re Bacardi talk!

Sound e lepara — military snare,
Bass e tsoma — re tlo tlala air.
Hands up! — lepara flare,
Pretoria heat, ga re care.

Ga skrr skrr! — we don’t stop!
Township bass make body pop!
Shake that floor, ke di boss!
Pretoria loud, ga re drop soft!

Ga skrr skrr! — wave that flag!
Dust on kicks, no Gucci tag.
Re lepara, streets don’t lag,
Bacardi groove — that’s the brag!

Heh!
Skrr skrr... Pretoria sound.
Re groove ka dust, re crown the ground.

Make body pop (Bacardi House reload)

Slow wine, soft light.
No rush — pure vibe.
I move gentle, still wild inside.

Palm breeze on my skin, steady.
City loud, but my soul no heavy.
I no be trophy, I no be ready-made,
I write my name with the gold I laid.

Eyes clear, spirit on code,
Low tone, still I run the road.
If you feel me, move in time,
No cage — only sky to find.

If e pure, then e stay.
If e force, make e fade away.
My pace, my way,
I choose love, I choose day.

My mind dey on you — slow.
My mind dey on you — glow.
If heart talk true, we go.
If no be peace, I go.

Soft power, real power.
Calm thunder, sweet fire.

Touch clean, talk small — meaning plenty.
Highlife chords make the night feel friendly.
I’m nobody’s saint, still holy in truth,
I guard my joy like proof.

No long text wey dey drain my shine,
If you step correct, we align.
I fit be quiet, but my dream loud,
I dance soft, still lead the crowd.

If e pure, then e stay.
If e force, make e fade away.
My pace, my way,
I choose love, I choose day.

My mind dey on you — slow.
My mind dey on you — glow.
If heart talk true, we go.
If no be peace, I go.

Ɔdɔ no yɛ dɛ, me kra gye,
Bra na yentwa no, no delay.
Meda me ho so, me ho yɛ,
If dem doubt, make dem pray.

— Who hold the light? (Me, inside.)
— Who set the pace? (Me, I decide.)
— What be the rule? (Peace as guide.)
— If e no fit flow? (Step aside.)

My mind dey on you — slow.
My mind dey on you — glow.
No mask, no show,
Real love — we grow.

Moon low, heart high.
I move free — I no lie.
Mind dey glow… all night.

My pace (Ghana Alt Soul reload)

For ten days I'm in RELOAD mode, reworking all my creations from the past twenty days and transforming them into a different musical universe
The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

New tracks tagged #Layered Vocal Chops