Lyrics Modupe - Richard Raw

Mojuba Ori
Mojuba Egun
Mojuba Ori
Mojuba Egun

Practice Iwa Pele I′m an Aborisa
Model for the travelers and knowledge seekers
Come detach my spirit hook it to the speakers
Hollows in my clip I aim em at the reaper
I sleep in a gold sarcophagus
When I speak I shift the tone of the apocalypse
Black shaman in the woods with the herbal though
All black, I can spot a like the vertigo
Leave them tripping vertical
Verbal I murder you
How you worldwide when the locals never heard of you
Five summers straight I been the hottest in the city Yo
You just want some likes for your YouTube videos
How you tagging 99 people in your post
Begging for attention you just limping when you boast
Me and you are not close see I'm a mile away
Prolific plus I′m gifted it's a holiday

Send a curse to the grave robbers cool my head
Modupe Modupe
Modupe Modupe
Put my body on the alter come and taste this bread
Modupe Modupe
Modupe Modupe
Send a curse to the grave robber cool my head
Modupe Modupe
Modupe Modupe
Mojuba Ori
Mojuba Egun
Mojuba Ori
Mojuba Egun

Nguzo Saba
Kuumba my black scholars
My ghetto martyrs
Seven spirits circles the waters
As heavens horror I break the mirror with seven daughters
They dreading Horus
My eyes scoping over the forest
I spit that mystic hieroglyphic
That's explicit black mythic straight cryptic
Chop your body into pieces like Osiris boy
Blue flame throwers sitting in my iris boy
Protected by the Saa Ra in my Ba
My soul is a chariot to send the Ka
Call me Oba gods words in my molars
Chi power enters generates from my Solar
I fex on them
Grab my Palo and throw a Hex on them
Text on them
Send my Baba to go and bless on them
See we don′t wear no Jesus pieces round here
Black fists big Ankhs hope we make it clear

Mojuba Ori
Mojuba Egun
Mojuba Ori
Mojuba Egun

Channel my lyrics from the spirit of Oba Oseijam
Serpents in the pit
I clap and watch them go scurrying
Gin up on my shrine take a swig and spit it out though
Ase in my verses black curses on the outro
Seven candles on the mantle look into the flame
Shrine room Egungun sitting in the frame
Check my daughters name Orisha she dedicated
Dressed in all white
Spiritually medicated
Obatala in my path heed a white elephant
I see through these rapper like their bodies are irrelevant
I′m elegant your unintelligent to try and spar with me
Must be out your mind to think of going bar for bar with me

Send a curse to the grave robbers cool my head
Modupe Modupe
Modupe Modupe
Put my body on the alter come and taste this bread
Modupe Modupe
Modupe Modupe
Send a curse to the grave robber cool my head
Modupe Modupe
Modupe Modupe
Mojuba Ori
Mojuba Egun
Mojuba Ori
Mojuba Egun