Lyrics

Yeah, yeah...
Heat rise, mirage in the distance,
Bass shake like a war drum's insistence...

[Verse 1] (Rap starts as beat drops hard with Arabic percussion and deep sub-bass)
Gold sun drippin' on the dunes, no shade,
Wind cut sharp like a scimitar blade.
Smoke from the incense, trails in the sky,
Minarets rise, call echo high.

Step through the sook where the spices burn,
Drumbeat loud as the tables turn.
Sound ricochet off the walls and the stone,
Bassline thick like the sandstorm's tone.

[Pre-Chorus] (Slower, melodic, Arabic vocalization layered with rap flow)
Moonlight shimmer on the golden sand,
Voices drift through a distant land.
Feel the bass like the desert wave,
A thousand nights, a thousand graves...

[Chorus] (Hard drop, high-energy chant over deep bass and Arabic strings)
?? "Storm in the sook--watch the night ignite!"
?? "Fire in the streets--let the rhythm fight!"
?? "Feel the ground shake--let the thunder boom!"
?? "Storm in the souk--let the bass consume!"

[Verse 2]
Call to the kings, yeah, rise from the stone,
Past don't fade, it's engraved in the bones.
Sook be alive, hear the echoes call,
Every step through the dust got a shadow tall.

I move through the maze, get lost in the sound,
Gold in the trade, but the heat beat down.
Voices collide, let the crowd vibrate,
Feel the bass in the walls--let the ground rotate!

[Bridge] (Breakdown section, hypnotic melody, deep pulsing beat with haunting ney flute solo)
Silk in the wind, moves slow like the ood,
Darbuka hits like a heartbeat, crude.
Ney flute sings like a ghost in the heat,
Rhythm of the land underneath my feet.

[Final Chorus] (Massive EDM drop, heavy distortion, layered vocals and chants)
?? "Storm in the sook--watch the night ignite!"
?? "Fire in the streets--let the rhythm fight!"
?? "Feel the ground shake--let the thunder boom!"
?? "Storm in the souk--let the bass consume!"