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Straight outta South Osaka, DA.B.O"D" moves like midnight trains-north to south, block to block-bringing pure SOUL-to-SOUL heat to every stage. This new cut rips open their roots: the concrete lessons, the crew energy, the scars turned into stories. It's hood-born, hand-forged, and built to push you forward when the world tries to hold you back.

"Bukininal" ain't just a title - it's a code. It's what you clutch when everything else slips: your craft, your honor, your original spark. You polish it in the dark, sharpen it in the struggle, and carry it like armor-your one-of-one weapon when you step up.

Produced with a breeze-like beat that nods to cold nights between high-rises, the track blends boom-bap grit, Dipset swagger, and straight-up 90s soul. Lyrics hit raw and slick at once-streetwise bars with a pinch of style-so it bangs in the trenches and sounds right in the suites.

Drop your headphones on and press play: this one seeps into the quiet places you don't show nobody, fills the hollow with warmth, and sends you back out walking taller-like you just left a NY winter block with fire in your chest. Real roots. Real pride. Real heat.

- DA.B.O"D"x Bukininal: keep it original, keep it lethal.