More songs by ODUMODUBLVCK
Description
Hollow, with a smirk, as if someone had entered a room that was too quiet and immediately turned on the light. Here, strength is not ostentatious, but lived - like someone who has already been knocked down, but has simply dusted himself off and moved on, even louder. The words cut and laugh at the same time, the rhythm limps on purpose - so that it feels alive, not manufactured.
Here, the black sheep does not ask for approval - she dances on the ruins of other people's opinions, clicking her teeth with pleasure. And while the rest argue about where normality ends and chaos begins, it is already drinking champagne, with the shadow of legend behind it and a slight contempt for everything that is “right.” The world may have wanted justice, but it got a party at the scene of the crime.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah, ah-ah, e dey work
(Whoo) Blvck sheep forever, blvck sheep for life
Izgaaju 'til we kpeme, Antiworld gangsters
GE records, you get me? ODUMODUBLVCK
NATIVE
Dem been dey find me for-
Showzy (yah!)
(Ucee)
Dem been dey find me for court, all along
Na me dey dance on their grave, e no cost (e no cost o, ay)
Industry Machine (grrr), I don come, Falana (over us o)
Challenge me and see, e no cost, I too much (I go talk am as e be)
Dem been dey find me for court, all along (all along)
(They don see who pass them)
Because na me dey dance on their grave, e no cost (e no cost o)
(They don see who pass dem)
Industry Machine (Remmy boy), I don come, Falana (over us o)
Challenge me and see (we many), e no cost, I too much
Yes, dem say na rubbish we dey talk (yes)
Dem say na jargons we dey spit (dead!)
Some say na hullabaloo lingua (ha-ha-ha-ha)
But na my music them dey chop (fact)
No be chaise, no be play, e be like rice
Keles yapa for my bimba
One lyric dem go begin to dey meskafor
Postinor for the haters wey dey hate on us (he who puts it on the line)
What if him kpai? What if we cry? At least him try
Oh, MohBad, my guy, how many tries? Too many lies
Native Records pull up in the game without credentials
When you're in the game, they know my name, they know the pendants
I still dey rap, dey sing, no doppelgänger
Odumodu, you don hammer, yes, I know Philip Granger (Granger)
I see my champaign on the way
The game don tire for my plays, my head is wanted on a plate
Dem been dey find me for court, all along (all along)
Na me dey dance on their grave, e no cost (e no cost o)
(They don see who pass them)
Industry Machine (Kala), I don come, Falana (over us o)
Challenge me and see, e no cost, I too much (they don see who pass them)
Dem been dey find me for court, all along (all along)
(Blvck sheep forever, blvck sheep for life)
Beause na me dey dance on their grave, e no cost (ABJ stand up) (e no cost o)
Industry Machine (Antiworld gangsters), I don come Falana (Native)
(They don see who pass dem)
Challenge me and see, e no cost, I too much o
(They don see who pass dem)
Challenge me and see, eh-eh, eh-eh (they don see, they don see)
The many wey don come o, they don see, I don devil
Oh-oh-oh (I don come, I don come)
Industry Machine o
Ọ, ọkọdọ, sit down there, enwedighi ife na-eme
Ay, ọ gịnị? Egwu dị ya, ah-ah
Chee mee kwuo, ọdi (fire)
E dey body (fire)
E dey body (fire)
E dey body (fire)
E dey body, ah-ah, ah
Dem been dey find me for court, all along (all along)
Because, na me dey dance on their grave, e no cost (e no cost o)
Industry Machine, I don come...