Dracarys by Tobolos Lyrics
Bro how far nao
Come through with all those your socio-political raps nao
Abeg abeg abeg I’m not in the zone abeg
No dey give me that one
No dey give me that one
You gats ginger bro
Come through for me nao
Come through
Oya okay okay no wahala
They love capitalism more than the billionaires who be stacking riches
They point to technology, new medicine, “oh damn man, look, yea we building bridges”
All that’s just a smoke screen for the souls that avaricious
They act like they know themselves
More than probably they apparitions
Yall would admit it
But your sack is missing
It’s funny when they ask if I’m passionate about my job bruh
I go to work cuz I got a parent, need to pay rent and I don’t wanna starve yea
So I get a beat I identify, when I’m done with my 9-5
I click-clack, then I let it fly with the rhymes
If you is a rapper, pressure, it is I who will apply
Yea I’m well apprised
Get your head out of the ground like a DDT
Get your PVC
2023
Cut em off like a guillotine
If you 18, you ain’t still a teen
Time to intervene in democracy
Especially if you don’t like the state of things
No sleeping, no amphetamines
On that day, come out in a pair of jeans
Vote, inflict defeat, that’s when we
Evict the despotic tenancy
Like an ectopic pregnancy
So jog your memory
Before your thoughts run wild as Cherokee
The rappidy-rap cross of John F. Kennedy, Mohammed Ali of Egypt and there’s ten of me
Scared? Yea you better be
No imma never leave
I’m the black Bernie Sanders and I won’t rest until we free
Cuz we all slaves, no sharecropping
Think about the state and it’s tear-dropping
That’s why we dull the senses with drugs, weed, nicotine, sex and vengeance
Not to damn mention
Politicians and their damn henchmen
Got a damn penchant
Not to pay pensions
Now your grandma in a room regretting
Trading umbrella for broom
And setting her eyes on another land
Not cuz of it’s mystique
Our ears on our own land and all we hear is tick tick
So, we go hard for human rights and guess what?
They try to stop us with bullets and handcuffs
It’s not funny, we’re fed up
Nigeria’s a sitcom, no joke, we need to stand up
Hey Musmah, man you a bad man
Sifer made this beat, he a badman
Apocalypse and Batshuayi that’s bad men
All of my family, that’s bad men
Wura
Come through with all those your socio-political raps nao
Abeg abeg abeg I’m not in the zone abeg
No dey give me that one
No dey give me that one
You gats ginger bro
Come through for me nao
Come through
Oya okay okay no wahala
They love capitalism more than the billionaires who be stacking riches
They point to technology, new medicine, “oh damn man, look, yea we building bridges”
All that’s just a smoke screen for the souls that avaricious
They act like they know themselves
More than probably they apparitions
Yall would admit it
But your sack is missing
It’s funny when they ask if I’m passionate about my job bruh
I go to work cuz I got a parent, need to pay rent and I don’t wanna starve yea
So I get a beat I identify, when I’m done with my 9-5
I click-clack, then I let it fly with the rhymes
If you is a rapper, pressure, it is I who will apply
Yea I’m well apprised
Get your head out of the ground like a DDT
Get your PVC
2023
Cut em off like a guillotine
If you 18, you ain’t still a teen
Time to intervene in democracy
Especially if you don’t like the state of things
No sleeping, no amphetamines
On that day, come out in a pair of jeans
Vote, inflict defeat, that’s when we
Evict the despotic tenancy
Like an ectopic pregnancy
So jog your memory
Before your thoughts run wild as Cherokee
The rappidy-rap cross of John F. Kennedy, Mohammed Ali of Egypt and there’s ten of me
Scared? Yea you better be
No imma never leave
I’m the black Bernie Sanders and I won’t rest until we free
Cuz we all slaves, no sharecropping
Think about the state and it’s tear-dropping
That’s why we dull the senses with drugs, weed, nicotine, sex and vengeance
Not to damn mention
Politicians and their damn henchmen
Got a damn penchant
Not to pay pensions
Now your grandma in a room regretting
Trading umbrella for broom
And setting her eyes on another land
Not cuz of it’s mystique
Our ears on our own land and all we hear is tick tick
So, we go hard for human rights and guess what?
They try to stop us with bullets and handcuffs
It’s not funny, we’re fed up
Nigeria’s a sitcom, no joke, we need to stand up
Hey Musmah, man you a bad man
Sifer made this beat, he a badman
Apocalypse and Batshuayi that’s bad men
All of my family, that’s bad men
Wura