Ohhhhhh…Yeahhhh…(Log drum dey roll…)(Guitar dey cry…)(Rap flow loading…)
Intro (Call & Response)
Shiiiiiiiiichhhhhhhh!—Who you dey call?Shiiiiiiiiichhhhhhhh!—We no be pikin again!Shiiiiiiiiichhhhhhhh!—Talk am louder!
Verse 1
Shiiiiiiiiichhhhhhhh,wetin make you feel say you still fit control room?Dey talk to us like we small,like say we still dey under your shadow of doom.That old regime?That fear machine?E don expire.E don finish.E don entomb.The belt sound no dey shake grown man bone again,we build backbone from the wound.You bring that voice—that thunder tone?We no dey tremble.—We stand alone.You freeze us once for childhood frame,but time waka pass—we build our own.You still see pikin?—We see king.You still see weak?—We get wing.Strong mind,strong chest,strong will,we no dey kneel to broken thing.
Pre-Hook (Amapiano Bounce)
Control no be love!—Talk am again!Control no be love!—Louder!Fear no be respect!—Never be!We survive storm,now we be thunder!
Hook (Afro/R&B Vibe)
Shiiiiiiiiichhhhhhhh…eighty years you dey breathe,time suppose humble you now.This suppose be prayer season,not more pain,not more wahala.You dey break your own blood with steady decision,plant chaos call am vision.But we no dey drown for that condition—we rise,we rise,we rise.
Verse 2 (Rap/Kompa Flow)
Be thankful for the children wey you get,some papa no survive wetin dem plant.You lucky some of my siblings still calm,me I just dey talk wetin dey my palm.You talk say if na only me?You for dey under bridge.Maybe…maybe…but hear this gist—I for turn cold.—But I choose control.I for wicked.—But I choose soul.I still get heart for this hard world,still dey move with grace though you wound us.You push and push—I no fold.You shame and label—I break the mold.
Breakdown (Log Drum Drop)
Shiiiiiiiiichhhhhhhh!—Who raise us?Pain raise us!—Who shape us?Fire shape us!But we turn trauma to power,turn silence to strength hour after hour.
Verse 3 (Hardcore Afro-Rap)
Eighty years still dey chase control,light fire come blame the smoke.You scatter siblings like map line,come wonder why bridge no dey join.Clap for yourself—you proud of that?You build cold wall where love suppose dey.Damage deep,scar dey wide,but we no dey hide.We be generation wey break that chain,we be healing inside the pain.You tear apart with steady hand,we go rebuild pass wetin you plan.
Bridge (Soul)
This no be hate—Wetin be?Truth.This no be rage—Wetin be?Proof.I don tire to carry load wey no be my own,done shrink to fit your throne.
Final Hook
Shiiiiiiiiichhhhhhhh…you dey hear sound?We no lost—we stand our ground.No more fear when you show face,no more silence,no more disgrace.You get your era—this one na our own.We move with grace—we no dey bow.
Outro
No more pretending.—No more!No more bending.—No more!Truth talk.Chain break.Shiiiiiiiiichhhhhhhh…Mic drop. 🎤
