TWOTHOUSANDTWELVE - Hakeem Martin, small village & N’nima: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Hakeem Martin, small village & N’nima

TWOTHOUSANDTWELVE

Alternative Rap

TWOTHOUSANDTWELVE was released on November 27, 2025 by PANTHERS FROM THE SNOW & small village as a part of the album Untitled Soul Project

Song Details

AlbumUntitled Soul Project

Release DateNovember 27, 2025

LabelPANTHERS FROM THE SNOW & small village

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM73

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Hakeem Martin

Rap, Background Vocals

small village

Performer

N’nima

Performer

Fatima Grut Conteh

Fatima Grut Conteh

Background Vocals, Vocals

Elias Hellgren

Programming, Guitar, Background Vocals, Synthesizer, Vocals, Piano

Victor Hellgren

Victor Hellgren

Saxophone

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Hakeem Martin

Lyrics, Composer

Fatima Grut Conteh

Fatima Grut Conteh

Composer, Lyrics

Elias Hellgren

Composer

Victor Hellgren

Victor Hellgren

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Hakeem Martin

Graphic Design

small village

Producer

Elias Hellgren

Mixing Engineer

Gustav Brunn

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Yeah)

Have you ever seen a real life superhero?

I remember the time I saw the first one

The year was 2012

I was in math class, looking out the window

Imagine how the wind blow

Something was so different in the air that time around

I remember

Cause I was the only one around, I

Sat in class trying to focus

But everything else had our focus

How could we stay focused?

When the whole world tryna fold us

Let me, let me

Tryna look at the blackboard

But nothing for a black boy, huh?

I remember what they whispered

Never told us, but I remember, I remember, I remember

I remember all the graffiti on the doors

I remember how nobody gave a fuck what we did indoors

So many things that happen

Ignored

I remember that first breeze when you stepped outside

It's always different

The world is cold, but that was colder

I felt somebody tapping on my shoulder

Aren't you supposed to be in class?

Ah shit

Nah, ****, I'm playing with you

Fuck that

Damn, bro, I really thought that wasn't the teacher

Like what are you even doing here?

Man, I ain't got time for that bullshit

Hey, yo, listen, look, look, look

I got some **** that I want to introduce

They sitting in the parking lot in BMWs

Used to say, what's up?

But something is off

They say, what's up?

But something is off

Like, make it make sense

Omari shouldn't even have those type of friends

When was the first time you saw a superhero?

Fuck the question

What's the first time you experienced a supervillain?

I can tell

That was that time in 2012

I mean

Omari, we gotta get back to class

Now, I'm walking back

Now, I'm walking back

Change

It will never be the same

Maybe it's too late

But Omari, just wait, wait, wait, wait

Fastforward couple hours go by and we walking home together

We walk the same path like we grew up together

Children laughing in the park

Big trees, landmarks, made it familiar

But Omari's face was very stale and very dark

The absence of a light source, always ready to fight wars

Something was off, like something tipped the scales

Heavy hearted, Omari kept on walking, drinking hand like you do on sunny days

His backpack heavy, almost scratched the pavement

Took a turn to the alley we call Valley of Death

Old **** lurking, smoking be dancing on the breath

Designer fits top to bottom, like they tryna to make a statement

Omari dapped him up and something, slipping up, he's feeling flagrant

Ha, like they was 20, he was 12

It was early 2012, early 20s, already dodging 12 and a cell

Tattoos with roman numerals to honor homies resting at funerals

Nod of approval

They looked around, he looked around, they coming closer

He wonder if the end is coming closer?

Look at this, my ****

I'm just gonna tell you truth

I swear by my right hand that I'm a hand

Everything I need, I got the information that could make you a millionaire

And I know your mama, she probably is struggling with the bills

She got the mortgage, she got the car, she got the baby, too, right?

She got this other ****, but he ain't doing shit right?

I know it's true, cause I've been there too, little ****

And I'ma help you be the truth, young ****

I'ma give you a little game, a little, what you gotta do

You see this bag right here?

Just take it, you take it, scale it, flip it

Like you learned in school, and you weigh it up

And then you take the portions, and you walk to the other parts of town

Where they don't want us around

And you sell that shit, and you sell that shit

They pimping us, we pimping them

Sell extra high to the **** that looking like Eminem

That extra dollar that ain't harming them, I promise that ain't harming them

Never let no man disrespect you, put the harm on them

Here's a 9, ****, whatever you do with them

It's not my problem, it's not my choice

But make sure, if they ever disrespect you, they won't even have a choice

Promise me you shoot him now if they disrespecting your pride

Your pride is everything, you know you have to keep it inside

So you better do whatever you gotta do

Make your money right, get your family right

Be a man, do your money right

Get the bag, it's understood

Gotta do this for my hood

Now he's walking to the station, playing games, no PlayStation

He was selling shit like there was no tomorrow

Hoping all this money could solve all of his sorrows

Change

It will never be the same

Maybe it's too late, but Omari, just wait

Change

They will never be the same

Maybe it's too late, but Omari, just wait, wait, wait, wait

Weeks go by and I don't see Omari that often

We always hear the story, but they always blow out of the proportion

But I remember, his mama told him that she should have gone through with that

Abortion

And there he was, going through school with the Louis bag, the Gucci cap

Brother dressed in all black, dripped out and all the girls in class

Like the attention that came with all of that

Feeling like the man now, He finally got the respect he felt like he deserved

Feeling proud, something that he never heard

I said, hey yo, what's up man?

How you doing?

Where you been man?

Where you been?

Where you been?

Why you talking to me like that?

Man, I said shut the fuck up ****

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

Bro, bro, I was, I was, I said, a-a-a

Man, shut the fuck up

Man, man, man

Lame ass ****, regardless

Go do your math or whatever the fuck you do

No, bro, come on, you my homie, come on

**** don't talk to me!

He came home early that one day

Bad feeling at the doorstep

Couldn't shake it away

The screams they reaching the ceiling

Found his mom on the floor

Stepfather stepping on her

She was reaching for the door

He could feel it in his core

Man, Omari couldn't take it anymore

Seeing his hero terrorized and abused

And all the time that she lied on the way

She got them bruised

You can't hide behind excuse

After excuse

And Omari had to defuse

He was reaching for the backpack, and that shit has come to use

Eyes blazing

Took out the chrome

Aimed it at him

Loading the weight

Stepfather looking at him

Life flashing

Eyes wide open

Realized his mistakes

He didn't want this beef

Now his life is at stake

Oh, you either make up or you break up

I make motherfucker never wake up

(Wake up, wake up)

His mother saw a killer in her son's eyes

Screaming Omari, no

And he said, sorry mother, but it's already too late

This is your final mistake

Then Omari squeezed

Sending 8 shots in his face

Sealing his faith

(Wake up)

Written by: Elias Hellgren, Fatima Grut Conteh, Hakeem Martin, Victor Hellgren

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