[Verse] He’s twistin’ old-school, no need for a beat, Uncle Kwame stompin’ in his red cap and green, With a flick of the wrist and a spin to the side, Kids follow like rivers, can’t hide the joy inside. [Pre-Chorus] He says “Don’t rush, feel the ground, Let the music pull you round and round,” From Accra to Kumasi, every step’s a name— The past don’t fade, it just plays the same. [Chorus] Shake it like the drum, step like the breeze, Ghana’s rhythm in your knees, you’re free! One two three, clap and stomp, Dance the old ways, don’t forget the bomb! Oh-oh-oh, feel the heat, Family roots run deep, can’t compete! Uncle’s teachin’ us how to be— Ghanaian, free, and never weak! [Verse] She answers back with a gliding turn, Velvety voice like the night’s first burn, Twisting low, then leaping high, She’s a queen in the circle, touchin’ the sky. [Pre-Chorus] He says “Don’t rush, feel the ground, Let the music pull you round and round,” From Accra to Kumasi, every step’s a name— The past don’t fade, it just plays the same. [Chorus] Shake it like the drum, step like the breeze, Ghana’s rhythm in your knees, you’re free! One two three, clap and stomp, Dance the old ways, don’t forget the bomb! Oh-oh-oh, feel the heat, Family roots run deep, can’t compete! Uncle’s teachin’ us how to be— Ghanaian, free, and never weak! [Bridge] (Oh-oh-oh) From the village to the city, We carry the beat, we keep the tradition. (Oh-oh-oh) No need for fancy, just heart and soul, When the music calls, we all feel whole. [Chorus] Shake it like the drum, step like the breeze, Ghana’s rhythm in your knees, you’re free! One two three, clap and stomp, Dance the old ways, don’t forget the bomb! Oh-oh-oh, feel the heat, Family roots run deep, can’t compete! Uncle’s teachin’ us how to be— Ghanaian, free, and never weak! [Outro] (He’s twirling, she’s laughing, feet on the ground) One more time—now we’re all in the sound, Ghana beats in every move, Love, legacy, and the rhythm we love.