Lyrics I.B - Wasile Mi - Vector

My father told me when I was around,
The day He took me to the river sat me down to pray Right there in
The water to the sound of pain From the mud he fashioned me a crown
Of clay It's why no one can ever take this sound away Took me to the
Water sat me down to pray And right there by the river to the sound
Of pain Form the mud he fashioned Welcome to the blood line of the
Black kings Real life black scenеs The Black church black thought
Black sins Uganda Bobi wine magazines Nеws flash but old news like
Since We can't speak Judge me my genes A'n soro soke, s'an gbo loke?
Quite mean (
We are speaking up are they listening up) But you can't hold the
Voices This is CLUBHOUSE I'm African and blessed I hold it down even
When I face stress The kind of punches wey fit make your face press I
Mean if life is a bitch then this is sex It's Big Dick energy when I
Flex I think them scared of me is my
Guess What's beef to a man from the west?
Cowboy Heart to a man with the chest?
How boy?
Treasure wey I carry deep within But society in getting in-between
The thing long like many limousines But I dey King no dey japa People
Of opobo This King ja ja Story of a slave to a king Barrack boy wey
Dey relate many things No be ahsawo if I mate many queens You see
This crown of clay's really a thing King Instinct only got the grind
In my system Many water pass wey for down men Nothing shake the
Strength of a black man Black man in in me Blood of my forefathers in
Me Steady chasing that paper daily Orishirishi men dem be tryna But
Odeshi dey for my black skin You see the
Young kings Odeshi de for my black skin Yo M.
I Welcome to the blood line of black queens Who birth the black dream
From their black hips then covered us with black wings Women with
Heart of a king like drag queens My mother told me wash your head in
The black streams For the soil on which you toil has gasoline Born in
The water the fire that steam By the river side where niggas dey high
The grass green If they mess with you they get one eye like black
Beans The Ancestors are starting to speak more loudly Proudly I
Listen to what they saying about me We all sinners But God was in us
Before the sent us on slave ships And consecrated Israel and Saudi
That means our villages are holy grounds Traditions and our names
They all are holy sounds The wealth that's in our continent was
Stolen out But what they going do
With me when they can't control me now (
Arhhh) When I rap is like the Sun go dark I
Discovered hidden flows tell me who the fuck is mungo park?
White supremacist?
Shht uncle park You talking to a Black King with a disgruntled heart
My nigga king Instinct only got the grind in my system Many water
Pass wey for down men Nothing shake the strength of a black man Black
Man in in me Blood of my forefathers in me Steady chasing that paper
Daily Orishirishi men dem be tryna But odeshi dey for my black skin
You see the young kings Odeshi de for my black skin
You see the young kings Odeshi de for my black skin
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