Red Moon Rise

[Intro – Whispered, echoing with ipu beat behind] Eh… listen… Da bones still talkin’, Da night still remember. Keaulumoku wen chant da future. Da gods wen listen. Da aliʻi no. [Verse 1 – Prophetic Pidgin Flow] Falla da cloud sign, Red moon rise, One chief gon’ huli, da other gon’ rise. He nevah listen da makaula voice, Keōua stay flex but da gods made choice. Puʻukoholā build wit hand an’ prayer, Not jus rocks—dat one snare. Da imu wait, da kūkā stay grin, When da war god hungry, da tide gon’ win. We no guess—we read da cloud, Dreams, omens, winds talk loud. Mana not jus blood, it breath, it deed, It flow in chant, it feed da seed. [Chorus – ʻŌlelo Hawaiʻi, chanting style] Haui ka Lani, hāʻule ka noho aliʻi, Kū mai ka hōkū i luna, ke alo o ke ao, Nāna i wānana, nāna i ʻike mua, O Keaulumoku, ka makaula o ka pō! ("The chief has fallen, the throne collapses / A star rises above, in the face of day / He who prophesied, he who saw first / Keaulumoku, the seer of the night!") [Verse 2 – Genealogical Fire & Political Edge] Aliʻi no jus’ strap up and scrap, Dey chant name from kūpuna stack. From Haumea to Wākea, da line stay tight, You gotta earn yo' mana by chantin' it right. You think you get rank ‘cause you get land? Nah, my ancestor from da fire hand. I chant da gods, da pō, da ʻiʻo, You chant for show—I chant for real. ʻCause prophecy no come from guessing, It come from cleansing, sacrifice, blessing. One kaula see what you no can, One wrong word, and boom—your mana gone. [Bridge – Whispered Kaona with Echo] Twinkle in da east... Star tilt sideways... One chief sleep fo’ good... One heiau turn red... Kūkā‘ilimoku laughin’... [Verse 3 – Possession & Voice of the Divine] Ho, I wen feel ʻem—akua noho, Wen speak through me like rain on taro. I no get chills—da bones wen move, Da chant wen come wit rhythm an’ groove. Da haka twist, da eyes roll back, Hea Pele, hea Kū, hea Lono talk back. I speak in kaona, you better decode, If you slow wit da signs, da path explodes. Kamehameha? He da one. He ride da prophecy like sun. From baby born wit thunder cracks, To imu smoke an’ no one lookin’ back. [Chorus – ʻŌlelo Hawaiʻi, Final Invocation] Haui ka Lani, ke kūʻiʻo hāʻule, Hō‘ike ka mana o ka mōʻī lanakila, E ola i ka ʻōlelo kahiko, Kū ka paia o ka ‘ike kupuna! ("The chief has fallen, the flesh has collapsed / The mana of the victorious king is revealed / Life to the ancient word / The wall of ancestral knowledge stands firm!") [Outro – Pidgin Prayer Over Low Drumbeat] Eh… Dis one no bout who mo’ strong, Dis one bout who walk pono, who chant long. Da one who listen fo da ʻaumakua, Who hear da leaf, da bird, da moon, da kua. Keaulumoku stay wit us still, Inside da rain, da dream, da will. So chant straight, no fake, no flex… ‘Cause da gods stay watchin’ what you chant next.