[Intro – Crackling pahu, warped vinyl, whispered over wind + distant ʻoli] Eh… You think you know war? You think you know peace? ʻUmi knew both… like breath an’ heartbeat. He walk wit Kū in da left hand, Lono in da right. And between ‘em? He make da kingdom bleed... then bloom. [Verse 1 – Pidgin flow, cryptic metaphors] ʻUmi get da crown, but he wear ‘em light. Son of Līloa, born in da twilight. No palace den, jus loʻi and soot, Raised wit da dust, but he walk like truth. He get da red feather — Kū ke aliʻi, But he plant sweet potato, talk wit da makaʻāinana freely. He build luakini fo’ war-time fire, But chant to Makaliʻi fo’ da rain’s desire. He offer Hakau to da lele stone — Blood for Kū, but da makahiki was Lono’s throne. He move wit da cycle, like hiwa moon tide, War god in da day, but da harvest by night. [Hook – Layered metaphysical riddle] He no choose side — he embody both. Kū in da spear, Lono in da growth. Red drip like sacrifice, white float like mist, ʻUmi pull da balance wit a aliʻi’s fist. Kū i ka Lono, Lono i ke Kū — He live humble, but da mana grew. Each chant, one thread in da net he cast, Past gods walk in da shadow he pass. [Verse 2 – DOOM-like density, Pidgin + Hawaiian codeswitch] Ua ʻike ʻo ʻUmi i ka lani hune — He know da heaven low to da landless one. He no just invoke da gods, he become dem, Akua kino lau — one face, many stem. In da Makahiki, he collect da tax, Kalua da pig, pule wit facts. He ride da island circuit like sun path chant, Kapu lifted, but da mana still grant. He split da crown — half Kū, half Lono, Peace-time drumline backed by koa solo. Makaʻāinana fed, but da aliʻi bled, He give offering wit da words never said. [Bridge – Whispered haʻakoʻikoʻi-style phrasing, surreal imagery] Da red smoke rise from da luakini flame... Kū watch from da ridge, Lono weep rain. You feel dat chill? That’s prophecy breath. He ain’t rule by sword — he rule by death... and rebirth. [Hook – Slower, chanted delivery] He no choose side — he embody both. Kū in da spear, Lono in da growth. Each pulse one drum, each step one star, ʻUmi walk where da gods all are. Kū i ka Lono, Lono i ke Kū — He rise from da root like one taro shoot. Crown no forged from gold or shell — It forged in da silence dat only gods tell. [Verse 3 – Apocalyptic tone, mythic] See, Paʻao brought da flame, but ʻUmi hold da torch, He walk through Waipiʻo, da night split like porch. He know: some gods want blood fo’ grow, But some gods just want cloud fo’ sow. So he build da heiau wit balance brick, Time slice like stone, rhythm thick. Aliʻi akua, not jus by name — He earn da right wit da ritual flame. No f iction — da history chant in coded loops, Kū and Lono like twin roots in da truth. So don’t just study da war or da lei, Study how ʻUmi kept both in play. [outro] [Outro – ʻŌlelo over ʻūkēkē + wind] Hoʻokahi ke aloha o ke aliʻi pono... Hoʻokahi ke kua i ka ʻaoʻao ʻelua. He kūkulu i ka ʻuhane o nā akua. ʻUmi no noho i luna — ʻUmi noho i waena.
