[Intro]
Ayy, yeah
Ebenezer — they call him Nezha
From the block to the booth, listen
(Brrah) (ayy)
[Verse 1]
Six flats up, kettle whistle, postcode sweat,
Nezha on the window, dreams bigger than the set.
Mandem at the corner, coat pulled, breath white,
Paper dreams folded under lamplight.
He moves quiet, safe-stepped, clock ticks snap,
Shoelace untied but he never gaps.
Lunchbox hustles, mixtapes in a bag,
One night changed lanes — sirens, broken glass.
Mama said pray, she put gold on his chain,
Not for flash, for memory, to fight off the rain.
He learned to flip loss into ledger and plan,
Wrist cold but heart warm, Ebenezer got a stand.
[Pre-Chorus]
Small wins stack, like coins in the tin,
Every skinned knee taught him how to begin.
[Chorus / Hook]
Nezha, watch me rise (watch me rise) — ayy
Nezha, watch me rise (watch me rise) — ayy
Corner light to skyline, remember the name
Nezha, watch me rise — I’m changing the game
[Verse 2]
Three AM, bus stop, rain on his cap,
Old school radio playin' grime on the map.
He met a studio kid with chords and a hope,
One beat, one verse, two tickets to cope.
Paid in sweat, paid in late nights and codes,
Traded quick wins for long roads, heavy loads.
There was Jay on the bench, cuffed hands, cold stare,
Nezha left a note on the bench — “I’ll be there”.
That loyalty score, it’s stamped on his name,
Ebenezer ain’t just flex, it’s family and flame.
Punchline sharp: he sells truth not a ting,
Paper chase till the mandem sing.
[Bridge]
Remember the night when the studio lit? (yeah)
He spit for his mama while the kettle split.
Broken shoes, new route, no fear in his eyes,
He carves out light where the city lies.
[Chorus / Hook]
Nezha, watch me rise (watch me rise) — ayy
Nezha, watch me rise (watch me rise) — ayy
Corner light to skyline, remember the name
Nezha, watch me rise — I’m changing the game
[Ad-libs]
(Yeah) (ayy) (brrah) (skrrt) — breathe on the pause, let it sit
[Verse 3 — Finale]
Now the shows come, crowd folds to the beat,
Nezha steps up, gloves off, never cheap.
He speaks for the kids in the block with no plan,
Gives hope like change slipping out the hand.
Ebenezer, two names, one promise, one lane,
He keeps the balance when pressure meets pain.
No fairy tale, just grind and the grind pays,
Nezha on the rise — the city lights praise.
[Outro]
Remember the name, say it slow, say it wise,
Ebenezer — Nezha — watch me rise.
(End on a breath, hold — then fade)
[Production Notes]
- Genre/style: UK rap with contemporary drill influence; conversational cadence like modern West-London flows.
- Tempo: 132–136 BPM (aim for ~135 BPM).
- Drum pattern: sparse hi-hats with sliding 808s and a punchy snare on 2/4; leave space for vocal syncopation.
- Vocal delivery: clipped, rhythmic, conversational; drop to half-voice on the last line of verses for contrast.
- Hook placement: repeat hook after Verse 1 and Verse 2; final chorus doubles with ad-libbed backing vocals.
- Breaths / Ad-libs: place small inhalations at
