Vaseline

E to the 9 to the Y, C, E
(Lonkeys on the beat)
King E9yce yo
(Huh) Those days when I used to suffer (Next Level)
Those days when the poverty was real tight (Next Rated)
Back’n those days, back’n, back’n those days (Next Generation)
Screaming vaseline, soap, relaxer, powder
Yelling tray, oil, and pure water
Screaming vaseline, soap, relaxer, powder
Yelling tray, oil, and pure watr
But now am her in the studio being legendary
You know am gonna try be revolutionary
Try my best till i get in your dictionary
The poverty is hard i swear it’s really very scary
My Momma raised me good
Though it was very torrid
Some of the neighbours laughed
She was so worried
Goods from Onitsha taking night journey
A lot o' bumps on the road and a jiggy Lorry
But God said wait, what’s the hurry?
I made you imperfect intentionally
Heart’s filled with pain, no chilling
Blessings coming in folds, swear am bringing
Still patiently waiting
Caught her many times out folded
While she’s crying, frustrated 'bout this life she thought of dying
Deep down i knew this pain will go eventually
Sacrificed her beauty and her long curly
Prayed for me to make it
Then surely;
My well will be my new high am saying it bold-a-ly
Those days when I used to suffer
Those days when the poverty was real tight
Back’n those days, back’n, back’n those days
Screaming vaseline, soap, relaxer, powder
Yelling tray, oil and pure water
Vaseline, soap, relaxer, powder
Vaseline, soap, relaxer, powder, huh
Take your bullshit outta here
Pack it to conakry
Cut the chase now, this is my story
I was born and grew up in A. J Town
It was nice though it ain’t a fairytale
My G’s, hunger still dey from head to toe
And we still smiling with both friends and foes
Then i came to the capital in lokoja
And the new H.Q. was in H.O.A.Q
When colours hue
It was in '07 nigga the dream was due
Wealth was in excess there was no more complaints
There was juice, fried rice, and even cocktail
Then ring-ring-bang came the timeout
No one was ready for it
It gat us flipped out
It was a shame
Things weren’t the same
No where to run or hide but to hustle
Market place my G was the ideal castle
Muz was everywhere wheeling the wheelbarow, shouting
Bridge
Vaseline, Soap, Relaxer, Powder
Vaseline Soap, Relaxer, Powder
Screaming vaseline, soap, relaxer, powder
Yelling tray, oil and pure water
Those days when I used to suffer
Those days when the poverty was real tight
Back’n those days, back’n, back’n those days
At one point my education was left in tatters
School got me sick, football left me injured
My neighbors I see their mouths were in laughters
Sickness caught up as I schooled, it weren’t cool
Now I preach, making green talking ‘bout the hood
Though still sick
Rather than lying in bed waiting on God
I go to studios and record my rhymes
Hard, was this time of mine
History will remember that I tried
To change my condition from this confinement of mine
So hear it cheaply this is my spoken word
Add a beat making it too hot to touch
Crutch as my talents exposed to the whole wide world
I pray it’s not lost
20th century raps, hope am not so crude
That’s my story, I just let you intrude
Screaming vaseline, soap, relaxer, powder
Yelling tray, oil and pure water
Those days when I used to suffer
Those days when the poverty was real tight
Back’n those days, back’n, back’n those days
I told you nigga am the new Sinatra
Platinum-ize my track and add a bark
Reminiscing, to call my self sick before
Sickness is when your whole world turns cold
Begging help niggas hearts are stone cold
You feeling cursed and acting like a savvy
Suicide or crack, you even tried curry
The witches riding me without a driver Ed’s license
Shedding tears showing my first hand experience
Praying no to die, hoping my life won’t end
My skeletal system was the pillars of Islam
Brain hemorrhaging make me bend some rules
Cruel but true, opportunities floating away
Imagine me in a Waterloo
Rue as time runs away
I was the vessel for a devil who got locked away
Niggas ask, how was sokoto?
Don’t know the explanation to give them but
Snowrex play this track time make dem hear
Outro;
Done
Naso