Lyrics

Yeah, yeah..._
Heat rise, mirage in the distance,_
Bass shake like the 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, where the echoes brave..._**[Chorus]** *(Hard drop, high-energy chant over deep bass and Arabic strings)*
"Pulse in the souk--watch the night ignite!"_
"Drums in the streets--let the rhythm unite!"_
"Feel the ground shake--let the thunder move!"_
"Pulse in the souk--let the bass groove!"_


**[Verse 2]** *(Fast-paced rap, intricate flow, weaving through the beat like a shifting sandstorm)*
_Call to the kings, yeah, rise from the stone,_
_Past don't fade, it's engraved in the bones._
_Suk 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 oud,_
_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)*
"Pulse in the sook--watch the night ignite!"_
_"Drums in the streets--let the rhythm unite!"_
_"Feel the ground shake--let the thunder move!"_
_"Pulse in the suk--let the bass groove!"_


**[Outro]** *(Beat fades out, reverb-heavy vocals, Arabic strings lingering, final echoes of the suk at night)*
_Whispers fade, night moves slow,_
_Bass still hummin' in the streets below..._