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DI ABIA Video (MV)




Performed By: The Real kulprit
Language: English
Length: 2:38
Written by: Chike Ezeadebor
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The Real kulprit - DI ABIA Lyrics
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Another 9 to5 over
You can find me curled up on the sofa
Holding a reMarkable notepad
Scrolling through chapters of Igbo cosmology
Upheaving questions to figure
How much of me is fear driven?
(a lot probably) - Or Motivated by
Hollywood showmen and Nollywood programming
I hold the thoughts I been shown in solitude over them
If you spot the old me, somebody please toe tag him
He dead as muuuf*cka, don't pity the loss
See the cause was original thought
Same spark behind your physical gloss
Saw the marriage of the analytical with my artisanal craft
Took me from Writer's Block to a beautiful, yet abysmal loft
It's a lonely ride
You find love? hold it tight, cling to your friends
For lies to survive, as means of defence
It sows divisive seeds in the land
The homeless Christ on the street bench
Told me life begins when it ends
Close your eyes, see what it means to become nothing
As the flow rides these lofi notes
The vision takes form, I hol' it like God's ghost
Hurling fireballs of light in decibel form
Once you get the message respond
By proudly passing it along
Fist in the air, like a New Yam festival morning
For all of the rest, the session's adjourned
We the last ones, 150th Psalm
114 Quran, switch the alarm off
Been woke before dawn. Before the faux norm
Most y'all still yawning, most y'all is pawns
I'm more or less one too, but like en passant
I move different
Comfy in this skin, it's loose fitting
It was written, but if "it isn't Love"
The New editions X'd em
There's still a pulse for the few that listen, it's been
A long journey, felt like summer and rocking layers on me
Sacred to tear em off lest they call me crazy but the
More I age the more I strip- like f*cking take this off me
I pray to God, keep me safe enough till I'm naked
Ugly be the thoughts my antenna be picking up
These words are not mine, I just (blechh) and spit em up
Phlegm in booth, the jig is up
Enough DNA to scoop who disseminate truth and lock him up
For the microphone rigor mortis
But if you notice
You only imprisoned the shell
Watch as I unleash the Inner, the fact shatterer
The wild dreamer, the tact leader
The between the line reader
He the king, he the fiend,
All equal, all people
All freaks who wanna break the fourth wall
And see through it all
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English

Another 9 to5 over
You can find me curled up on the sofa
Holding a reMarkable notepad
Scrolling through chapters of Igbo cosmology
Upheaving questions to figure
How much of me is fear driven?
(a lot probably) - Or Motivated by
Hollywood showmen and Nollywood programming
I hold the thoughts I been shown in solitude over them
If you spot the old me, somebody please toe tag him
He dead as muuuf*cka, don't pity the loss
See the cause was original thought
Same spark behind your physical gloss
Saw the marriage of the analytical with my artisanal craft
Took me from Writer's Block to a beautiful, yet abysmal loft
It's a lonely ride
You find love? hold it tight, cling to your friends
For lies to survive, as means of defence
It sows divisive seeds in the land
The homeless Christ on the street bench
Told me life begins when it ends
Close your eyes, see what it means to become nothing
As the flow rides these lofi notes
The vision takes form, I hol' it like God's ghost
Hurling fireballs of light in decibel form
Once you get the message respond
By proudly passing it along
Fist in the air, like a New Yam festival morning
For all of the rest, the session's adjourned
We the last ones, 150th Psalm
114 Quran, switch the alarm off
Been woke before dawn. Before the faux norm
Most y'all still yawning, most y'all is pawns
I'm more or less one too, but like en passant
I move different
Comfy in this skin, it's loose fitting
It was written, but if "it isn't Love"
The New editions X'd em
There's still a pulse for the few that listen, it's been
A long journey, felt like summer and rocking layers on me
Sacred to tear em off lest they call me crazy but the
More I age the more I strip- like f*cking take this off me
I pray to God, keep me safe enough till I'm naked
Ugly be the thoughts my antenna be picking up
These words are not mine, I just (blechh) and spit em up
Phlegm in booth, the jig is up
Enough DNA to scoop who disseminate truth and lock him up
For the microphone rigor mortis
But if you notice
You only imprisoned the shell
Watch as I unleash the Inner, the fact shatterer
The wild dreamer, the tact leader
The between the line reader
He the king, he the fiend,
All equal, all people
All freaks who wanna break the fourth wall
And see through it all
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Writer: Chike Ezeadebor
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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