EiSi HaSera Songwriter - Composer
DJ HASERA RADIO HASERA
LYRICS

Street Rap

Street Report (London Night) EiSi HaSera / Street Rap /

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London street.Queue to the club.Bass through the wall.People smoking.Two dealers standingnext to the entrance.Selling stuffto people waiting.They look at each other.Something’s wrong.Two guysface to face.One says:“This is my spot.”The other steps closer.“Move away.”Hands in pockets.Crowd gets quiet.Small baggies.Cash in hands.Someone from the queuewalks away.One push.Push back.First punchhits the jaw.Man steps back.Hits the barrier.Blood on his mouth.Someone shouts.Crowd opening.Girl drops drink.Glass on pavement.People moving back.Voices louder.Someone calling police.People trying to leave.No space to go.One wrong moveeverything breaks loose.Street report.London night.Club still playing.Street in fight.Street report.London night.Stay on feet.Stay in sight.Knife appears.Short movement.Girl screaming.Someone running.Brass knuckles swing.Heavy hit.Man falls down.Doesn’t move.Queue collapsing.People pushing.Someone pulledinto the fight.Bouncer running.Radio shouting.“Back up now!”No one listens.People falling.Someone crying.Music still playingbehind the wall.Noise getting bigger.Breathing faster.Street taking control.One bad second —too late.Street report.London night.Club still playing.Street in fight.Street report.London night.Stay on feet.Stay in sight.Someone shouting:“Call the police!”Phone shakingin his hand.ThenBAM.BAM.Gunshot cutsthrough the noise.Everything stopsfor a second.Man looks down.Shirt turning red.Legs give up.He falls.Blood spreadingon concrete.People screaming.Someone praying.POLICE ARRIVALSirens coming fast.Blue lights everywhere.Buildings flashing.Faces pale.Tyres screaming.Police jumping out.Batons ready.Loud commands.“MOVE BACK!”“ON THE GROUND!”Crowd breaking apart.Chaos slowing.Pepper sprayin the air.People coughing.Fight ending.Club goes quiet.Queue is gone.Blood on pavement.Sirens fading.London night.Street remembers.
It's taking too Long EiSi HaSera / Street Rap /

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Sometimes ..,,---------,---------.. I.. leave,-----,homeAnd walk the streetJust to be around people[ an improvising electric soul guitar and deep bass], -Just to be among peopleAnd I hopeThat you will be thereI leave home believingThat somewhere out thereI will meet youI will see your happy faceAnd your smileThat wakes me upAnd brings me back to lifeSometimes ,.....I leave home,.[ an improvising electric soul guitar and deep bass], -Just to be among peopleAnd I hopeThat you will be there[ an improvising electric soul guitar and deep bass], -Just to be among peopleAnd I hopeThat you will be thereSo longIt was so long agoBut I've still got the bluesFor youSo many yearsSince I've seen your faceBut here in my heartThere's an empty spaceWhere you used to beSo longIt was so long agoBut I've still got the bluesFor youI will meet youI will see your happy faceAnd your smileThat wakes me upAnd brings me back to life
Crime Report EiSi HaSera / Street Rap /

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I’m on the street.London. Night.People moving. Noise.And then — it starts.Two guys bark at each other — loud, angry, close.One swings — boom — straight to the head.Dude drops. Blood everywhere.People back off. Nobody wants smoke.Crowd panics.Someone grabs a bag — gone in two seconds.No hero shit — everyone just wants out.Then I see it —flash of a knife — quick, sharp.People scatter.Screams. Phone lights. Sirens somewhere far.One girl crying —holiday gone bad — wallet gone, phone gone.Whole street watching —but nobody steps in.This ain’t cinema.This is the pavement.Right now.Street reflections.Real life. No filter.London bright —but the street cuts deep.Stay sharp.Head up.Move smart.Get home.Further down — blue lights hit the wall.Guy on the ground — can’t breathe right.Pepper spray in the air —everyone coughing, eyes burning.Bikes slice through traffic — fast — no brakes.One wrong step — you’re done.Keep your shit close.Don’t flash nothing. Ever.Nobody’s judging.We’re just trying to stay safe.This city’s alive — loud — heavy — nonstop.And yeah — sometimes it punches hard.I’m just telling you what I see.Right here.Right now.Street reflections.Real life. No filter.London bright —but the street cuts deep.Stay sharp.Head up.Move smart.Get home.If you’re out late — watch your back.Watch your pockets.Watch the road.The city’s real.Respect it —or it’ll remind you.Street Reflections.That’s it.
Detroit ‘90 EiSi HaSera / Street Rap /

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1990This ain’t a storyThis how it had to be1990, yeah I stood on that blockSame cold nights, same time on the clockEmpty house, no food in the potMama stressed out, bills tied in a knotNo father there, just silence and airPressure in the room, you could feel it in thereSo I stepped outside, had to breathe, had to moveStreet showed a path, gave me something to proveSame old faces, same worn-out kicksSame dead look, like they done with thisNobody came, nobody caredSo the older ones showed what was thereFirst small runs, yeah carrying packsHand to hand moves, no talk, no tracksThen it grew fast, yeah we grew with thatThree locked in — yeah we built from thatNo dreams left, just the need to eatCold hard choice — do I stay or leave?Tell me what you do when there’s no retreatGang click-clack — bring it back, bring it back1990 — yeah we started like thatFrom nothing to stacks, yeah we built from the trapGang click-clack — we don’t deal in capCome back, come back — yeah we move like thatTake it all back, yeah we taking it backWe take it all back — that’s fact, that’s factYears go by, but the block stay sameMore cash flow, more weight in the gameLines outside, yeah fiends in painSame hands shaking, calling my nameThey beg, they plead, still come backSame cycle running, no way off trackAnd I see it clear, but I stay intact’Cause that same street built me into thatPolice ride slow but they don’t get closeSee what they paid to, not what we hostDeals in the dark, yeah quiet and tightToo many people eating off that lifeTruth right there but it don’t get saidPeople pray hard while they still misledEyes to the sky but the ground stay redSame block feeding off what we spreadYou see it all but you don’t speakYou know it’s wrong but you stay weakTell me who wins when the system leaksGang click-clack — bring it back, bring it back1990 — yeah we started like thatFrom nothing to stacks, yeah we built from the trapGang click-clack — we don’t deal in capCome back, come back — yeah we move like thatTake it all back, yeah we taking it backWe take it all back — that’s fact, that’s factWorked all day, still broke at nightLow pay check, couldn’t make it rightKids at home, yeah they need that plateEmpty kitchen, had to change that fateThen I look up — see another lifeBig cars parked and they dressed up niceMen in suits eat good every nightSame damn city, two different sidesSo we went deeper, turned crew to a nameBuilt a full system inside that gameBrothers stay close, no switching sidesTrust stays low, so we move preciseEvery step planned, every move exactOne wrong turn and you can’t come backWe seen people fall, we seen them crackBut we stayed solid, never lost trackStarted with hunger, that’s the root of thisEmpty hands turned to a loaded riskSo don’t ask me why we chose that pathEvery next step came from the pastGang click-clack — bring it back, bring it back1990 — yeah we started like thatFrom nothing to stacks, yeah we built from the trapGang click-clack — we don’t deal in capCome back, come back — yeah we move like thatTake it all back, yeah we taking it backWe take it all back — that’s fact, that’s fact1990 — that’s where it beganOne move forward turned into a planStep by step, yeah line by lineEvery next move came right on timeNo fake talk — just truth in rapReal life story — and that’s that
British jewels EiSI HaSera / Street Rap /

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Crown jewels glowing — treasures under guarded light,Not just metal, but a symbol people read at night.Glass cases whisper stories from a distant past,Till a protest walks in — and everything moves fast.A sweet dessert flies — apple crumble on display,Police step in — four suspects led away.A group called Take Back Power says the system’s gone wrong,So silence in the Tower turns into a protest song.Breaking news from the Tower, echo through the crown,People say the system’s cracking, crumbling down.Take Back Power — take back what you own,Say it once more — take back what you own.Those royal gems still shine like frozen suns,They tell old stories of power and the chosen ones.But some look up and see a throne too high,While the crowd at the bottom just keeps asking why.No fists — just crumble tapping on the glass,A sweet signal that the calm won’t always last.Online they shout that democracy’s slipped,And the meaning in the mess hits hard and quick.Breaking news from the Tower, echo through the crown,People say the system’s cracking, crumbling down.Take Back Power — take back what you own,Say it once more — take back what you own.Four names on a list — charge: damage to the case,Law steps in fast when you touch a sacred place.The Tower stands on centuries — stone and rule,Some call it heritage… some call it power’s tool.And when pressure builds, quiet turns to sound,Even apple crumble makes the kingdom shake the ground.Those jewels still shimmer in the London night,But the real question lives in the crowd:who truly holds the right?
Uvira — Congo EiSI HaSera / Street Rap /

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Uvira. Congo.Ten in the morning.Normal life. Shops open. Kids walking. Noise.Thenthey come in from the main road.On foot. In trucks. Straight through the city.Shots crack. Loud. Real.People hit the ground. Mothers grab kids.Everyone runs inside. Lock the doors.I’m here. On the street.And this is not TV. This is war.A truck blows up. Fire. Smoke in my throat.Army pulls back. No control anywhere.You don’t know where it comes from.Wrong place. Wrong second. That’s all it takes.This is Uvira.People are just trying not to die.Crime? War? Doesn’t matterpeople are terrified.This is Uvira Congo.No filter.No polish.Just streetsand fear in real time.Then it goes quiet.But it’s the bad kind of quiet.The kind that sits in your chest.They search houses. Door to door.Young men lined up in the street.Accused of helping the other side.Some don’t come back.Kasenga districtpeople whisper about executions.They whisperbecause talking loud can get you killed.Kavimvira districtRed Cross workers move slow.Faces grey.Bodies on the road.Nobody counts numbers out loud anymore.Two hundred thousand people run.Bags. Kids. Dust. Chaos.About eighty thousand cross to Burundijust to stay alive.And Uvirathe loud cityturns empty.Dead quiet.And yeahI’m scared too.Because I’m standing right here.This is Uvira Congo.Not a movie.Not a headline.Just peopletrying to surviveanother day.Same monthSange. Nearby town.A bomb goes off after fighting.Dozens dead.Further northADF hit three villages at night.Fourteen gone. Maybe more.Numbers never match the pain.Governments say:Do not travel to east Congo.But this isn’t travel.People LIVE here.They don’t get to leave.This is home.And I’m just the guy on the corner,dust on my shoes,telling you what I see.Sometimes I feel anger.Sometimes fear.Most of the timeboth.Uvira.Congo.City under attack.I’m not here to sell drama.I’m here to witness.This is the street.This is real.End of report.