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zo'clock - maths teacher lyrics

intro…
i get into it just to do it no excuses, now point your finger in the mirror if you blew it (2)..
who wan know, na ur fada na im get money p-ss so person no go hear word… (who wan know)

first verse (z o’clock)
as i was saying i was caught up in a chariot of fire, ok that’s a lie sha
buh i disappeared like an eyeshadow under a heavy shower, a shallow excuse for wasting hours of your day infront of a mirror
feeling inferior ’cause you had a serious skin disease all over your face and you couldn’t evn chyk vic-toria, fgc keffi is a story-am so bound to tell, (zed could you just) h-ll no..
you camou-flagin’ now you so nostal-gic; you was tryna hold-it but you h0m–phobic, no slimey fellas around me, circle of bosses will stump your wedding if you try me, hear me?!

chorus(mastah deg)
no mercy ah, nail the beat to the cross like a matyr, me and zed na one plus one, dem dey count on the boys on d boys like a maths teacher (n-gga!)
im the presbyter, see ma gospel is the truth am the next peter, oshe gan king kong am the chest-beater, say ma gospel is the truth am the next peter (am the next peter eh)

verse2 (mastah deg)
i hear dem say d boy gospel is the truth, mehn i no come uni just to rock these fancy shoes uh
i wore ma plans same way i wore ma pams everyday on ma mental aspirations of a great man, pick a pen and a pad unn, times — am prepared to k!ll a man down, easy p-ssy, ———- m the constable of rap, m just-an overlord on this board overbored with these three hour cl-ss its still nuthin’ over god, n-gga; an overlord on this board over-bored with these three hour cl-ss its still nuthin’ over god… n am the man n-gga, z o’clock is ma man n-gga, spane5 is ma man n-gga, buh sometimes he a silly n-gga…

verse3 (z o’clock)
there had to be an extra verse for an extrovert, and it ain’t your fault (no be your fault) he coulda smashed you before his moustache grew, word to elzhi the goat i quote, don’t even give it a thought, gimme the p-ssport i promise ima deport you , you took your nigerian rap abroad, how you expect to drop a verse and dem go like am? when you as reasonable as a wooden frying pan, check, mastah deg ’em how the campus rap community overdose on sedatives, i relate from a distance celebrating ma pen during christmas, brrrr shoutout to tesh carter, baddo, as e dey hot!
(chorus till fade)

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