[Intro – Spoken, filtered like old tape hiss] He aliʻi au. He kahuna au. I don’t just cast spells, braddah — I build dynasties wit ‘em. Listen close. No blink. [Verse 1 – "From Tahiti wit Heat"] I came from Ra‘iātea, no paddlin’ lost, Kanaloa whisper, I neva count cost. Blue blood drip, I no need one blade, I chant on da stone, whole kingdom get swayed. I build heiau, no light, just stone, I chant so long, my voice turn bone. Kanaloa laugh, “You ready, keiki?” I dive in da mind, ʻaumākua shaky. His current twist mana in da shape of dream, He da backbone behind every scheme. I no just throw curse — I drown da thought, With one breath, yo power get caught. Ku-hoʻo-neʻe-nuʻu, god of da rise, Shift da mountain, lift da skies. He da one I pule when I plot da line, He move da aliʻi like stones in time. No just war god — he da source, I channel da force, ride dark course. From Oʻahu hills to Waialua sea, Ku move da throne — den hand it to me. [Hook – "Pule Move Tings"] Pule move tings, fetcher talk dark, Mana no joke, one word spark. He mana nui, he ʻeha hoʻi, Aliʻi kahiko, still walk da poi. (Mana, o mana, o kuʻu manaʻo — He pule kolohe, ke hoʻokō ʻana o ka ʻao.) [Verse 2 – "Fetcher Science"] Pull da bone from da grave, wrap ‘em in kapa, Whisper name fo’ da ghost, now da fetcher get tapa. Aʻa spirit, ʻaumākua, I ride da wave, Call 'um in dark, but I actin’ brave. Stick da kiʻi in da hale, face turn pale, Ancestor ride ‘um like outrigger sail. Mana no die, it just get passed, I bind ‘um tight wit hair from da last. Kahea low, ʻōlelo fast, Bloodline deep, spells hold fast. One wrong step, whole hale go bust, You betta stay pono or turn to dust. No fear poison — Kalaipahoa too, But I no touch dat, I brew my brew. More clean, more mean, sorcery precise, My fetchers bite witout da lice. Ku no smile, he no clap, He just move kings like hands on map. I call, he answer, throne get rearranged, You think da wind blow random? Nah — I changed. [Hook – "Pule Move Tings"] Pule move tings, fetcher talk dark, Mana no joke, one word spark. He mana nui, he ʻeha hoʻi, Aliʻi kahiko, still walk da poi. (Ku-ka-lani-hoʻo-neʻe-nuʻu ē, Hoʻokumu aliʻi me ka leo ʻē.) [Bridge – Half Sung, Half Chanted] Eia ka ‘ike, huna loa: He pule i ka pō — ‘ike ʻia i ke ao. Ke akua i lalo, ke aliʻi i luna. Nāna e kia‘i, nāna e huna. He fetcher i loko o ka ‘ōpū, He kiʻi i hoʻomana i nā kūpuna, ʻAʻohe mālama ʻole i ka mana — ‘Cause once it move, can’t pull back da hammer. [Verse 3 – "Lineage Flex"] Nuʻakea chantin’ far Molokaʻi coast, Hinakaimauliʻawa, Koʻolau ghost. Descendants ride da wind I spun, Still feel da mana of da ancient one. Nāwele stood ‘cause I stacked da stone, Every aliʻi trace back to da bone. Not through war, but through pule craft, My word shake spears and tear da raft. Moʻikeha sail from Oʻahu tide, Drop anchor, Kauaʻi rise in pride. Aliʻi nui from my own son, Maweke blood when da chants begun. From Koʻolau cliffs to Wailua plain, My ʻuhane travel in bone and name. Ku-hoʻo-neʻe-nuʻu in every breath, I whisper life — and call out death. I spit one pule, ancestors respond, I’m da kahuna who talk wit beyond. I no fade — I resonate bone, Oʻahu mine, and I build my throne. [Final Hook – "Pule Still Poundin"] Pule move tings, fetcher talk dark, Mana no joke, one word spark. He mana nui, he ʻeha hoʻi, Aliʻi kahiko, still walk da poi. (Ho‘olohe, e nā ali‘i hou— He pule kahiko, ʻaʻole i nalowale.) [Outro – Whispered Over Crackling Fire] Eh, no forget da name. Maweke — wizard chief. High aliʻi kahuna, who rearranged da map wit pule and gods.
