Basquiat

Ololade mi Aşakę

Tune in to the King of Sounds and Blues

Twenty-three, twenty-four

Şebi I tell dem before

Make dem stop to dey f'ẹnu fo

'Şe l'aye n yi

Iwọ gbọn gbọn

It dey turn turn

Bi Revolver Mag .44

Tell me what Oluwa can't do

Me I no skedaddle

Tell me what Oluwa no fit handle

Jẹ'n gbadun l'o ma gbadun

Oya, kan tan candle

Dem small, Shatta Bandle

Walking poetry, I am greater

I'm the work of art, basquiat

Na gaskia

Owo at'alafia

L'awa n wa

Not time for drama o

Walking poetry, I am greater

I'm the work of art, basquiat

Na gaskia

Owo at'alafia

Lawa n wa

Not time for drama o

El Chapo, emi ni

Ebenеzer Obey the Commandеr, emi ni

Capone, Capo de Tutti, emi ni

I'm on one

Won o ri'ru ginger t'emi ri

I'm guilty

If dem see my swag, it dey kill

I no go appeal

Know it's hard to swallow the pill

Tell Nojim, tell Raheem

May you tell Wakeel

Shout out to my Sphinx, my mama, na she be my queen

Ogbor

Tal'o b'ọmọgọ?

Tani Ugor t'o n wu bo?

A maa kọ

No dey heck up!

O l'ókó, oò mọ'nkọ

Wọn ni irọ ko

Emi l'ọmọ tan fi n yangan, ye

All eyes on me bi ti 2 Pac

See, I too bad

You go feel am like kolos, two drags

I no dey buga, I be cool cat

Never lose guard

Can't catch the wave with a durag

Studying me, it's an honor, ję'un lo

I get many pages like Songs of Solomon

L'ọla Anobi Muhammad

Ko ni wa'lẹ lai lai till we reach al Jannah

Twenty-three, twenty-four

Şebi I tell dem before

Make dem stop to dey f'ẹnu fo

Şe l'aye n yi

Iwọ gbọn gbọn

It dey turn turn

Bi Revolver Mag .44

Tell me what Oluwa can't do

Me I no skedaddle

Tell me what Oluwa no fit handle

Jẹ'n gbadun l'o ma gbadun

Oya, kan tan candle

Dem small, Shatta Bandle

Walking poetry, I am greater

I'm a work of art, basquiat

Na gaskia

Owo at'alafia

L'awa n wa

Not time for drama o

Walking poetry, I am greater

I'm a work of art, basquiat

Na gaskia

Owo at'alafia

Lawa n wa

Not time for drama o

El Chapo, emi ni

Ebenezer Obey the Commander, emi ni

Capone, Capo de Tutti, emi ni

I'm on one

Won o ri'ru ginger t'emi ri

I'm guilty

If dem see my swag, it dey kill

I no go appeal

Know it's hard to swallow the pill