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Celestial Ancestors 1 by MicstagesUK

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Celestial Ancestors 1

Hip Hop,male vocals

0:003:09
Lyrics
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(Intro - Spoken Word with Flute Loop & Slow Boom Bap Beat)
Yo, from Peckham’s pulse to Croydon’s crown,
This is for the streets where roots run deep, yeah —
Celestial Ancestors, watchin’ over our sound.
(Verse 1)
In the shadow of the tower blocks, where the night’s thick with tales,
Grime echoes in the corners, whispered secrets in the gales.
South London lingo, sharp like a blade —
“Safe” and “mandem” on the breeze, where history’s laid.
Boom bap heartbeat, slowed down, a mystic groove,
Flute weaving threads through the concrete, where spirits move.
My nan’s voice in the cadence, telling stories of survival,
Weaving cosmic energy through every borough’s revival.
(Pre-Chorus)
Skies painted with stars, like the murals on the walls,
Ancestors hum the rhythm, their wisdom never falls.
From the alleyways to high-rises, the past and present collide,
Manifesto flowing, no need to hide.
(Chorus)
Celestial Ancestors, guide my steps tonight,
Through smoky haze, city lights ignite.
Sacred energy in every rhyme I write,
South London’s heartbeat, a cosmic flight.
(Verse 2)
Remember the block parties, the rhythms of the street,
Where elders passed down truths in every beat.
Flutes whisper prayers, a sacred call,
Boom bap drums slow, like the rise and fall.
Tales of struggle, grit carved in the pavement cracks,
From Brixton to Lewisham, we’re picking up the slack.
Broken dreams mended with cosmic threads,
In the smoky air, the past never really fled.
(Bridge - Spoken Word & Flute Solo)
This ain’t just sound — it’s a scripture, a creed,
From cosmic dust to the concrete’s need.
Every slowed beat, a pulse from the soul,
Every flute note, a story told.
(Verse 3 - Free Flow, Breaking Rhyme Patterns)
Mandem talk in rhythms that twist and bend,
No tidy rhyme, just truth to send.
Grittiness wrapped in sacred folds,
High-rises watch, their shadows hold.
A manifesto written in the smoky air,
Each breath a prayer, each step a dare.
Flute loops circle, like cosmic rings,
In South London’s heart, the ancestors sing.
(Chorus)
Celestial Ancestors, guide my steps tonight,
Through smoky haze, city lights ignite.
Sacred energy in every rhyme I write,
South London’s heartbeat, a cosmic flight.
(Outro - Slow Fade with Flute and Boom Bap)
So we walk these streets, a sacred vow,
Past and future in the here and now.
Celestial Ancestors, hear us loud —
In this manifesto, we stand proud.
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