Lyrics Save Yourself - Komla MC

Save yourself
Brother save yourself
Sister save yourself
Everybody save yourself
Everybody save yourself

Firm grip, gorilla feet
90s memories, bittersweet
Symphony, rappers too phony
Shucking and jiving on the TV
I'm not with that gangsta malarkey
Free world, do what you do by all means
Dot all the i's and cross all the t's
On my p's and q's Komla MC

Higher than a kite or satellite
What dem a do? What dem a try? No fright night
Homeboy spit right or quit like
This beat here is what we quite like
Get in line to shake your behind
He's inclined to wine to unwind
Every man has his price
Chale don't you go crossing that line

This one's preserved in brine
If you hear this prayer gimme a sign
This is Mr Hyde
Dr Jeckyll? He died from all the pride
Allies don't tell lies
Unless it's behind your back... oh hi
Organic flow, lo-fi
Music dey online make you go buy

Quality over quantity
Don't relate to your lyrical fallacy
We ain't part of no scene
There ain't another MC like me
I don't get gully with the toolie
Not preferred method for yours truly
Two heads are better than one, two

Save yourself
Brother save yourself
Sister save yourself
Everybody save yourself
Everybody save yourself
Sister save yourself
Brother save yourself
Everybody save yourself
Everybody save yourself

Who doesn't have issues in this world? You?
Know we all the same inside true
Truth, talk about some real life issues
None better put the mic down dude
Pro flow on the megaphone
With more horror horoscopes
With spirits from the Gold Coast
Feel the vibe, feel the Holy Ghost

Created my own lane
You copy each other you all sound the same
It's a real shame
Good Lord Sugar (ei!), no buga buga (ei!)
No German Luger (ei!), no Freddy Krueger (ei!)
This one is harder than a mother
If your mama is the type I had in Accra
There's other dimensions to the picture
Flavour of what we bring ya

Another brother shot
And then they found themselves in the cop shop
In there I don't think there's pork chops
Do the sing and dance, do the foxtrot
My sentiments are echoed
Carry my rhyme book, wheelbarrow
Yep, wordplay that's my ammo
Sub-zero flow it be too cold

The pro who flow so
The bros who don't know
The foes who so slow
Karate not Tae Bo
Different strokes for different folks
If you're in self-destruct mode
Instead of giving you hope
There's always somebody giving you rope

Save yourself
Brother save yourself
Sister save yourself
Everybody save yourself
Everybody save yourself
Sister save yourself
Brother save yourself
Everybody save yourself
Everybody save yourself I say
Brother save yourself
Sister save yourself
Everybody save yourself
Everybody save yourself