Make i spoil demma eardrum
Wan-O
Im a older Cashius Clay
Mohammed with the shine
A young Mandela
Kwame Nkrumah in his prime
Young pac with the haters
Trying to eclipse out my shine
Fela with ladies
Sun Tzu with the mind
Its my time
When my clock starts
Them go watch me
They tried to imitate
But couldnt paste what they Copy
Only one me
Death to a rapper is
What its gone be
Lyrical Messiah
Yall gone follow like some Zombies
Im on fire
But i hustle tire
For my desire
Going higher
And i can't deny ya
It make i wire
I no dey lie ya
So walk my shoes
And feel my pain
Aches and bruise
It make i change
I no go loose
So feel my truth
When the homey spit it
For these rhymes Im living
Its time to spit it
So you feel my vision
That make Yall listen
To my angels and demons
Im pledging allegiance
So homies believing
The game i be killing
Im leaving them grieving
I turn it up
Till you feel my heat
And burn it up
Till you getting touched
Im just that deep
Im feeling blessed
This no be luck
Why you dey sleep
Walk in my shoes
To feel my truth
And loose your feet
And feel defeat
I am the definition Of greatness
Power invested in me
God Son and Holy Spirit
Wan-O - Greatness Lyrics
Wan-O - Greatness Lyrics
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Make i spoil demma eardrum
Wan-O
Im a older Cashius Clay
Mohammed with the shine
A young Mandela
Kwame Nkrumah in his prime
Young pac with the haters
Trying to eclipse out my shine
Fela with ladies
Sun Tzu with the mind
Its my time
When my clock starts
Them go watch me
They tried to imitate
But couldnt paste what they Copy
Only one me
Death to a rapper is
What its gone be
Lyrical Messiah
Yall gone follow like some Zombies
Im on fire
But i hustle tire
For my desire
Going higher
And i can't deny ya
It make i wire
I no dey lie ya
So walk my shoes
And feel my pain
Aches and bruise
It make i change
I no go loose
So feel my truth
When the homey spit it
For these rhymes Im living
Its time to spit it
So you feel my vision
That make Yall listen
To my angels and demons
Im pledging allegiance
So homies believing
The game i be killing
Im leaving them grieving
I turn it up
Till you feel my heat
And burn it up
Till you getting touched
Im just that deep
Im feeling blessed
This no be luck
Why you dey sleep
Walk in my shoes
To feel my truth
And loose your feet
And feel defeat
I am the definition Of greatness
Power invested in me
God Son and Holy Spirit
Wan-O
Im a older Cashius Clay
Mohammed with the shine
A young Mandela
Kwame Nkrumah in his prime
Young pac with the haters
Trying to eclipse out my shine
Fela with ladies
Sun Tzu with the mind
Its my time
When my clock starts
Them go watch me
They tried to imitate
But couldnt paste what they Copy
Only one me
Death to a rapper is
What its gone be
Lyrical Messiah
Yall gone follow like some Zombies
Im on fire
But i hustle tire
For my desire
Going higher
And i can't deny ya
It make i wire
I no dey lie ya
So walk my shoes
And feel my pain
Aches and bruise
It make i change
I no go loose
So feel my truth
When the homey spit it
For these rhymes Im living
Its time to spit it
So you feel my vision
That make Yall listen
To my angels and demons
Im pledging allegiance
So homies believing
The game i be killing
Im leaving them grieving
I turn it up
Till you feel my heat
And burn it up
Till you getting touched
Im just that deep
Im feeling blessed
This no be luck
Why you dey sleep
Walk in my shoes
To feel my truth
And loose your feet
And feel defeat
I am the definition Of greatness
Power invested in me
God Son and Holy Spirit
Writer: William Ansah
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