[Verse] He stand tall in his leopard skin, crown of gold, Young bucks come in with their neon jeans, bold. One with a beaded chain, shiny like a star, He just laugh, “Ah, my son, that’s not who we are!” [Pre-Chorus] Twerkin’ on the dirt, slick with the moonlight, But old man knows the rhythm—still got the right. [Chorus] Hahaha! Fashion fade away! Village king still the brightest, come what may! From the mud to the sky, we dance through the years, I’m the chief, I’m the beat—no one else appears! Hahaha! Style never dies— Just come back in a different disguise! [Verse] Young man with a hat that glows at night, Says it’s “fashion” on the global flight. But chief just point with his staff, “Look at me— I wear my past like a legacy!” [Pre-Chorus] Dance in the fire, the elders say, Even fashion bows when wisdom stays. [Chorus] Hahaha! Fashion fade away! Village king still the brightest, come what may! From the mud to the sky, we dance through the years, I’m the chief, I’m the beat—no one else appears! Hahaha! Style never dies— Just come back in a different disguise! [Bridge] You can change your shirt, your shoes, your name, But the drum is still the same. I laugh not to mock, but to teach the flow— The rhythm is not worn, it’s grown, it’s home. [Chorus] Hahaha! Fashion fade away! Village king still the brightest, come what may! From the mud to the sky, we dance through the years, I’m the chief, I’m the beat—no one else appears! Hahaha! Style never dies— Just come back in a different disguise! [Outro] Hahaha! Old school, new soul— We never lose the roll! Hahaha! The rhythm is mine— And the youth still shine… Hahaha!