The Propagation Continues

First he came in with no fear
The inoculation
E cope well
The adaptation
Afrocentric project
No competition
Now be the time to spread
The propagation
And it continues

But first I ghast take una to the beginning
Back to O-eleven
Me and my thugs in II' city
We found a way to pass time
Doing rap freestyles just for the fun of it
Mostly when we kpaff wine
Vodka, gin and juice
All that trips na to
Cool my nerves and distract my mind
From the issues
Wey make me flee school
For that night with my guy DP-Gizzle
But that na story for another chapter
Back to the mata
Of how the saga begin for Kwara
Me and my bruv
Para boss
Go uptown one day with a joint to record
It was along that Unilorin Tanke-axis
Just before the campus
Timeless records to be specific
Richie laid the beat for the dream
And we still here

First he came in with no fear
The inoculation
E cope well
The adaptation
Afrocentric project
No competition
Now be the time to spread
The propagation
And it continues

Yeah
Now back from where I left off
The feedback was mad after that first song
Them guys went crazy
I remember Jude praising
And commending our efforts
I was so motivated
Felt like the game was mine for the taken
So I dropped a tape in
Twenty-thirteen
Gave 'em street motivation
But did they return the favour?
I'm afraid not
So I wonder
Why I even bother
Picking up this pen and paper
Despite the pain wey I
Don encounter
Shay na because I
No wan fall hand
Or na based on personal glory and dumb agendas
Like what's the drive for this ride
Passion, pride or hunger?
Maybe I just wan write some wrong so a younger
Version of myself
In a parallel
Universe could learn
And push the gospel well

First he came in with no fear
The inoculation
E cope well
The adaptation
Afrocentric project
No competition
Now be the time to spread
The propagation
And it continues

I remember that year
Wey dem try boo me comot stage
For the sake of say
Dem no see the big artists
Wey the show promoters them been promise
Omo I nearly frustrate
Dealing with the rage from the audience
But momsi used to say that life is all about patience
With the story of how long she waited
Before she gave birth
To her first born child post marriage
Walahi men, it was eight years
But then again, in this life that we living in
Nothing is freely given
Not even heaven
And at times like freedom
Chances has to be taken
Na so I take my chance say if I fail then no shakings
Grab the mic (grab the mix)
Go blind (go blind)
I started freestyling 'cos no time
And one funny thing is by the time I was done
The stood up on their feet to give me rounds of applause