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dremo - fela [panda cover] lyrics

[intro – fela iku’kula’po kuti]
my father was a pastor; y’know, a missionary
and, everything had to be english
we were not even allowed to speak
our country’s language in schools
they called it, language of the country
they called our own languages, vernacular
english was the real language i had to speak in school
so, everything was english

my name is ani’kula’po “oluwa!”
i have death, in my pouch. i can’t die “baba nla!”
they can’t k!ll me “turn up!”

[verse 1]
fela ti pada wa, i want to light up the shawarma
two chains on, no shirts on
niggas say cheese to the camera
two hands up in the air, like say you get yawa with olopa
please don’t try to interfere, when am getting cake like it’s 15th of october
ani’kula’po, kuti! .. ani’kula’po, kuti!
everyday na like my birthday, talkin’bout the government na my duty
fornication and adultery, omo na big sin
that’s why you see me getting married to any kind of shawdy wey i give d!
i’m simply that special type of guy, lat’abeokuta
always wanna try new things
i dey pull strings like i dey play guitar
typical african wey go study music for london, instead of medicine
i gat two things on, just my mic and my panties

[chorus] x2
afro-beat .. high life!
smoking weed .. high life!
27 .. house wives!
i dey do whatever i like

[bridge]
prrrrrr-rrrrrrr-rrrr! – yaah!
“my name is ani’kula’po
ara-ra-ra-raaa! .. oro-ro-ro-rooo!”

[verse 2]
dey shrine, stoned! these rappers want my star cloned
green light, go! agree, you’re f-cking with the right pro
omo eckō, omo gbanko .. boy, i get it with my eyes closed
heard your record, shit is whack though
we just dey spread am like bar-code
cut it, cut it .. getting the paper with bagco
bugatti veyron o fast o, find me the one wey get nitro
cut it, cut it .. burning tyre, burning weed up
i roll up, it’s the re-up, ab kush f-cking me up
got fresh goons, looking g’d up
girls take turn to beat the meat up
got fans that could die for me, and that’s what i call true love

[chorus] x2
afro-beat .. high life!
smoking weed .. high life!
27 .. house wives!
i dey do whatever i like

[hook]
typical african wey go study music for london, instead of medicine
i gat two things on, just my mic and my panties

prrrrrr-rrrrrrr-rrrr! – yaah!

[outro – fela ani’kula’po kuti]
music is the weapon

ara-ra-ra-ra; oro-ro-ro-ro oo

“this’a hell of a mission, this’a hell of profession
hate to so abort the mission, plan is to re-do the mission
this’a hell of a mission, fantasy turn a profession
this’a fun in profession, can’t afford to fail the mission
{fela .. fela !!}” x till fade

music is the weapon
music is the weapon of the future

- dremo lyrics

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