Happy (Remix) (Egyptian rizz) 39
High-energy Hyphy beat fused with ancient Egyptian instrumentation, Punchy West Coast 808 kicks, rolling hi-hats, and claps drive the rhythm, layered with deep darbuka and doumbek percussion, Add eerie ney flute melodies, pharaoh temple chants, and haunting minor key strings for a mystical atmosphere, Bassline should slap with a funky, syncopated groove, keeping the Hyphy bounce alive while the Egyptian elements add drama and grandeur, Vocal delivery: rapid-fire, confident, and playful, with call-and-response adlibs echoing like voices in a stone chamber, Occasional breakdowns where the modern beat cuts out, leaving only tribal percussion and echoing chants, before dropping back into a bass-heavy Hyphy drop, Tempo: 102 BPM for that perfect cruising-and-dancing energy
Happy (Remix) (Egyptian rizz) 39
High-energy Hyphy beat fused with ancient Egyptian instrumentation, Punchy West Coast 808 kicks, rolling hi-hats, and claps drive the rhythm, layered with deep darbuka and doumbek percussion, Add eerie ney flute melodies, pharaoh temple chants, and haunting minor key strings for a mystical atmosphere, Bassline should slap with a funky, syncopated groove, keeping the Hyphy bounce alive while the Egyptian elements add drama and grandeur, Vocal delivery: rapid-fire, confident, and playful, with call-and-response adlibs echoing like voices in a stone chamber, Occasional breakdowns where the modern beat cuts out, leaving only tribal percussion and echoing chants, before dropping back into a bass-heavy Hyphy drop, Tempo: 102 BPM for that perfect cruising-and-dancing energy
Lyrics
Intro, Temple chants + clap bounce
Ever seen a hundred jars
gold stacked up?
Ever seen a Pharaoh rise
from the dust up?
Don’t that make you happy?
Don’t that make you happy?
Oh it don’t?
That’s a curse,
I know kings
been running from worse.
Verse 1
Not into what these mortals into,
Since I was young, I knew my tomb view.
On the Nile street, I would not budge,
If they confront me, I’m still judge.
Got my respect, what you willing to die for?
Same crown here that I’m willing to ride for.
Fuck your idols, I’m the stone-carved myth,
Put my mark in the sand, on the strength I live.
All the nights under stars, count too many,
But the sunrise gold? That’s worth every penny.
Chorus, Call & response chants
Ever seen a hundred jars
gold stacked up?
Ever seen a Pharaoh rise
from the dust up?
Don’t that make you happy?
Don’t that make you happy?
Oh it don’t?
That’s a curse,
I know kings
been running from worse.
Verse 2
I’ve been lit since the sun hit stones,
Echo in the valley, carved in bones.
I don’t need change, I need land and grain,
Got my servants dancing in the desert rain.
Imagine queens see me fly, crown thing shine,
Sphinx on my grin through the temple line.
Is you happy for me or no?
That’s the only question I pose.
It don’t matter to me, oh no,
Make a hymn for all my foes.
Chorus, Temple chants layered
Ever seen a hundred jars
gold stacked up?
Ever seen a Pharaoh rise
from the dust up?
Don’t that make you happy?
Don’t that make you happy?
Oh it don’t?
That’s a curse,
I know kings
been running from worse.
Outro, Flute + fading chants
From the dust we rise…
Pharaoh never dies…