[Hook – Dark lo-fi beat, heavy layered reverb, chant cadence] Kaona talk, no spell 'um out Tongue split like lava, get mo’ than one route Say “wai” — das water, das knowledge, das clout Say “pō” — das darkness, das time when we sprout Kaona talk, speak two tings at once Chantin’ riddles in da mist while da pigs still hunt ʻO ka leo he mea nui, but da silence blunt You gotta feel what I no say, da rest stay front [Verse 1 – MF DOOM-style rhyme maze with ancestral threads] I lace lines like makaloa — fine weave, deep seat Plant roots in a verse, pull truth wit da beat Say “moi,” das fish… but also da chief When da tide shift west, da aliʻi feel grief I stay surfin’ on da pun, moʻolelo on stun Wit da face of one akua and da mask of one bum Say “kalo,” das food, but das also da son Say “huli,” das leaf, or da moment you run Read between da vines when I rap on da rock Cuz one ʻōlelo get edge like da obsidian stock Cut clean through time — one chant, one shock Say “kū,” das stand, or da god who knock Say “ʻohe,” das flute — but da sound get ghost Da voice of da forest, or da gods we host Say “moʻo,” das lizard — or da lineage post Or da myth on da reef when da boats get close [Hook – Slower, layered echoes like distant drums] Kaona talk, no spell 'um out Tongue split like lava, get mo’ than one route Say “wai” — das water, das knowledge, das clout Say “pō” — das darkness, das time when we sprout Kaona talk, speak two tings at once Chantin’ riddles in da mist while da pigs still hunt ʻO ka leo he mea nui, but da silence blunt You gotta feel what I no say, da rest stay front [Verse 2 – Personal, political, metaphysical all woven] I speak wit da breath dat da kupuna left Through da wind in da cave where da aliʻi rest Say “hale,” das house — or da body, da chest Say “lua,” das pit — or where da truth confess I say “makani,” das wind — but das also da call Of da god dat descend when da system fall I no say “police” — I say “ʻīlio holo i ka uaua” Cuz dey bite at da weak like da gods no saw 'um I talk “pōhaku,” das stone, but das also da curse Say “lehua” — das flower, or da red-stained verse Where da warriors fall, or da lovers burst Say “ʻili,” das skin — or da land we thirst I no say genocide — I say “kapu broken” When da bones get sold, and da oaths go smokin’ When da temples turn mall, and da chants get tokened When da keiki learn lies, and da truth stay chokin’ [Bridge – slow, meditative, like kuʻualoha style oli] Speak in spirals, not in rows Like loʻi fed by hidden flows One kaona in a bird dat froze Another in a lei dat never grows Say “māʻamaʻa” — das light But also da burn of da truth at night Say “noho” — das sit, or da role of might Or da weight on da chest when da ʻāina fight [Verse 3 – Cosmic and gritty, veiled protest and prophecy] “Say aloha” — but dey really mean “obey” Das why I say “alo” fo’ da face, “ha” fo’ da way Of da breath dat remain wen da rest decay So I breathe in code — ʻŌiwi noir ballet “Koʻa” — das coral, or da place of bones “ʻAuwē” — das cry, or da map of zones Where da houseless sleep under broken tones Of da siren dat sings in da tourist drones “Kaʻena” — das point, or da edge of tale Where da moʻo disappear in da moana veil Where da kupua hide in da rain-soaked trail Say “kua,” das back — or da path we sail [Final Hook – whispered, heavy echo, fading into beat] Kaona talk — one story, one spell Say "cloud," but I mean da heavens fell Say “net,” but I catch da truth too well If da fish stay blind, den da hook still sell Kaona talk — come learn da code No all dat glitters get da mana load No all dat silent stay empty mode Some verse get flame, some just corrode [Outro – like a radio transmission from another time] “Da tongue conceal, da heart reveal. If you only hear da words, you miss da meal. Eat da chant slow, chew da peel — Da kaona come sharp… like obsidian steel.”
