[Chorus 1: Wan Shey]
Leí mo ver ko'a fo saŋgiri, a yong ver len ji mitudent
Leeí mo vee ko'a fo saŋgiri, a yong ver len ji mitudent
Kibam ki kidzessin mo kilopɒn
Kibver ki wuu mo á tung a dze fo Mimboman
Leí mo ver ko'a fo saŋgiri, a yong ver len ji mitundent
[Chorus 2: Wan Shey]
Ghaka ghaka ghaka ghaka
Ghaka ghaka ghaka ghaka
A sah jav viffii á dze feé
A sah jav' vijung á dze feé
Ghaka ghaka ghaka ghaka
[Verse 1: Wan Shey]
Leeí mo ver ko'a fo saŋgiri
Woo Kikai, moh yong á dze woo Jakiri
Kibem kitaavtin moo ke taangiri
Dze ver Sule, Moham wuna Maliki
Leei mo ver ko'a mibunmi
Á lo yi sang min'a du fo bunri
E lo min'a seiy'à fo shuuyi
Baa Estelle ki seiy'à ntoh e kiyuuvki
Aint no mistake, they know who we are
We the eyes, the sight, thе lumini, the breath of life
Thе gikai, the you and I
The no mistakes in your mind or you gonna die
We be pikins for bush, we no civilise
We no grow for town, so dem minimize
E di turn ma neck like na ceiling fan when dem judge na as to who dem di tok English fine
[Chorus 1: Wan Shey]
Leí mo ver ko'a fo saŋgiri, a yong ver len ji mitudent
Leeí mo vee ko'a fo saŋgiri, a yong ver len ji mitudent
Kibam ki kidzessin mo kilopɒn
Kibver ki wuu mo á tung a dze fo Mimboman
Leí mo ver ko'a fo saŋgiri, a yong ver len ji mitundent
[Chorus 2: Wan Shey]
Ghaka ghaka ghaka ghaka
Ghaka ghaka ghaka ghaka
A sah jav viffii á dze feé
A sah jav' vijung á dze feé
Ghaka ghaka ghaka ghaka
[Verse 2: Wan Shey]
I know that my tongue is ridiculous, droppin vernacular rap in particular
You know that the schemes is meticulous, out the curriculum, no one fit tackle us
Like Locko i dey for ma Ré
Di mendem no fit complicate
Na so dem don try for move Wan Shey for game but you know sey the boy too tronghead
I'm tired of military brutality
I can hear the sound of death like the acetate
I'm tired of my family calling me
Telling me we lost someone in the family
I'm tired of masses and homilies
I'm tired of classes but no knowledge
I'm tired of losses and shortages
I'm tired of taxes for no reason
[Chorus 1: Wan Shey]
Leí mo ver ko'a fo saŋgiri, a yong ver len ji mitudent
Leeí mo vee ko'a fo saŋgiri, a yong ver len ji mitudent
Kibam ki kidzessin mo kilopɒn
Kibver ki wuu mo á tung a dze fo Mimboman
Leí mo ver ko'a fo saŋgiri, a yong ver len ji mitundent
[Chorus 2: Wan Shey]
Ghaka ghaka ghaka ghaka
Ghaka ghaka ghaka ghaka
A sah jav viffii á dze feé
A sah jav' vijung á dze feé
Ghaka ghaka ghaka ghaka
[Spoken Word: Wan Shey]
Yoh, na so I hang like some dat Mr Leo yi waist bag
My spiritual growth was written in the stars like West Life
Opportunity dey like die, nothing no dey like next time
God reduce some the weight now ma life lie like JPEG file
God don bless you with small shine
Ma brother abeg stay calm
Cuz for solar eclipse, even sun too di beg shine
Life dey like jap, sometimes you get to jam ya breaks fine
Like people wey get cunny eye since they no know how to reverse fine
At times, things di strong bad
You go start to di curse life
But know say good performance na ele when you rehearse fine
They don give we sef curfew, we must di respect bed time
This thing don be na process and na government be the enzyme
The struggle na the wall, Anglophones na the Mexicans
Reduced to blind faith, hoping on strangers like Mendicans
Hey you, take this number so
Text this man, na God yi number
Talk make e send yi angels now
Leí mo ver ko'a fo saŋgiri, a yong ver len ji mitudent
Leeí mo vee ko'a fo saŋgiri, a yong ver len ji mitudent
Kibam ki kidzessin mo kilopɒn
Kibver ki wuu mo á tung a dze fo Mimboman
Leí mo ver ko'a fo saŋgiri, a yong ver len ji mitundent
[Chorus 2: Wan Shey]
Ghaka ghaka ghaka ghaka
Ghaka ghaka ghaka ghaka
A sah jav viffii á dze feé
A sah jav' vijung á dze feé
Ghaka ghaka ghaka ghaka
[Verse 1: Wan Shey]
Leeí mo ver ko'a fo saŋgiri
Woo Kikai, moh yong á dze woo Jakiri
Kibem kitaavtin moo ke taangiri
Dze ver Sule, Moham wuna Maliki
Leei mo ver ko'a mibunmi
Á lo yi sang min'a du fo bunri
E lo min'a seiy'à fo shuuyi
Baa Estelle ki seiy'à ntoh e kiyuuvki
Aint no mistake, they know who we are
We the eyes, the sight, thе lumini, the breath of life
Thе gikai, the you and I
The no mistakes in your mind or you gonna die
We be pikins for bush, we no civilise
We no grow for town, so dem minimize
E di turn ma neck like na ceiling fan when dem judge na as to who dem di tok English fine
[Chorus 1: Wan Shey]
Leí mo ver ko'a fo saŋgiri, a yong ver len ji mitudent
Leeí mo vee ko'a fo saŋgiri, a yong ver len ji mitudent
Kibam ki kidzessin mo kilopɒn
Kibver ki wuu mo á tung a dze fo Mimboman
Leí mo ver ko'a fo saŋgiri, a yong ver len ji mitundent
[Chorus 2: Wan Shey]
Ghaka ghaka ghaka ghaka
Ghaka ghaka ghaka ghaka
A sah jav viffii á dze feé
A sah jav' vijung á dze feé
Ghaka ghaka ghaka ghaka
[Verse 2: Wan Shey]
I know that my tongue is ridiculous, droppin vernacular rap in particular
You know that the schemes is meticulous, out the curriculum, no one fit tackle us
Like Locko i dey for ma Ré
Di mendem no fit complicate
Na so dem don try for move Wan Shey for game but you know sey the boy too tronghead
I'm tired of military brutality
I can hear the sound of death like the acetate
I'm tired of my family calling me
Telling me we lost someone in the family
I'm tired of masses and homilies
I'm tired of classes but no knowledge
I'm tired of losses and shortages
I'm tired of taxes for no reason
[Chorus 1: Wan Shey]
Leí mo ver ko'a fo saŋgiri, a yong ver len ji mitudent
Leeí mo vee ko'a fo saŋgiri, a yong ver len ji mitudent
Kibam ki kidzessin mo kilopɒn
Kibver ki wuu mo á tung a dze fo Mimboman
Leí mo ver ko'a fo saŋgiri, a yong ver len ji mitundent
[Chorus 2: Wan Shey]
Ghaka ghaka ghaka ghaka
Ghaka ghaka ghaka ghaka
A sah jav viffii á dze feé
A sah jav' vijung á dze feé
Ghaka ghaka ghaka ghaka
[Spoken Word: Wan Shey]
Yoh, na so I hang like some dat Mr Leo yi waist bag
My spiritual growth was written in the stars like West Life
Opportunity dey like die, nothing no dey like next time
God reduce some the weight now ma life lie like JPEG file
God don bless you with small shine
Ma brother abeg stay calm
Cuz for solar eclipse, even sun too di beg shine
Life dey like jap, sometimes you get to jam ya breaks fine
Like people wey get cunny eye since they no know how to reverse fine
At times, things di strong bad
You go start to di curse life
But know say good performance na ele when you rehearse fine
They don give we sef curfew, we must di respect bed time
This thing don be na process and na government be the enzyme
The struggle na the wall, Anglophones na the Mexicans
Reduced to blind faith, hoping on strangers like Mendicans
Hey you, take this number so
Text this man, na God yi number
Talk make e send yi angels now
( Wan Shey )
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