[Intro – Thunder / Choir Hums]
(echoing Yoruba ad-libs)
Afẹ́fẹ́ Oya… 🌪️
Ìyá mi, gbé mí sórí ẹ̀fú̀n…
(The wind of Oya… my mother, lift me on the breeze…)
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[Verse 1 – MSD Flow]
They don’t talk truth, they talk title,
But Oya move — make idols idle.
She spin temples, mosques, and domes,
You can’t box a storm when it make all homes.
I seen Hindus pray to the light of dawn,
Shiva break pain so new life spawn.
That’s real — destroy to create again,
Oya do the same when she cleanse the rain.
Kali fierce, but Oya too,
Both guard souls when the dark come through.
Different tongue, same motion,
They ride that change — pure devotion.
*(ad-lib: “Afẹ́fẹ́ jẹ́ rere – good wind move right now…”)
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[Hook – Jacob Banks-type Choir + 808s]
Oya been spinnin’, truth don’t hide,
Seen it in Hindi, seen it worldwide.
Shiva break, Oya mend — same tide,
Different prayers, same God inside.
Oya been spinnin’, wind don’t lie,
Every soul call when the storm cry.
From Lagos dust to Varanasi flame,
Different names, same divine name.
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[Verse 2 – Marii 2x Flow / Pressure Bars]
Hindu boy light up incense stick,
I nod my head, that truth legit.
They see life cycle, birth then burn,
That’s Oya’s code — twist, return.
They say karma, I say gust,
Same law — what you throw come up in dust.
No blaspheme, I just link the thread,
All faiths breathe where the wind been fed.
Oya ain’t hate, she balance and heal,
You fake your prayer, she spin your wheel.
She ain’t Christian, Hindu, or Jew,
She the change that make faith true.
*(ad-lib: “Ẹ̀fú̀n mi lọ… wind take me now…”)
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[Bridge – Choir Build + Low MSD Vocal]
Oya o … (afẹ́fẹ́ bọ wọlé)
Wind come down and wash my soul clean.
She in the chants, she in the bells,
One breath through a thousand spells.
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[Final Hook – Full Choir / MSD Layered Vocals]
Oya been spinnin’, truth don’t hide,
Seen it in Hindi, seen it worldwide.
Shiva break, Oya mend — same tide,
Different prayers, same God inside.
Oya been spinnin’, wind don’t lie,
Every soul call when the storm cry.
From Lagos dust to Varanasi flame,
Different names, same divine name.
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🌪 [Outro – Prayer + MSD Whisper]
> Ìyá mi Oya, afẹ́fẹ́ ayé,
Má jẹ́ ki ọ̀tá mi rí ọ̀nà sí mí.
Gbé mí sórí ẹ̀fú̀n, sọ mi di títọ.
(My mother Oya, wind of the world,
Don’t let enemies find their path to me.
Lift me on your breeze, make me pure.)
(low beat returns one last time)
Take me, Oya…
Spin me clean through truth and pain.
If I break — rebuild me again.
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