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Baale House

๐Ÿ‘ค A-Q; Brymo โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Ethos โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 2:28
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โฑ๏ธ 2:28 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 31907049

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Tell somebody to tell anybody
To tell every person, to tell everybody
Dem carry matter go for Baale house
I no go, I no think twice
I no care, I no fit fight
I no be the one wearing disguise
Dem no dey think right

Tell everybody to tell everybody
To tell everybody to tell everybody
Tell somebody to tell anybody
To tell every person, to tell everybody, eh
For Baale housะต, I no think twice (mm-mm)
For Baale house, I no think twice (mm)

The hands on the clock is a quarter past infinity
God's word's forever, the music is God's vicinity
All work for better but as long I decree in this
Your ears will be blessed as you listen with gross indiscipline
Non-fiction, real life, not written with ink type
No genre, this is whatever the fuck I feel like
For what you are about to witness, this is your VIP invite
For all the mistakes man makes, I'm filling this with insight

Hundred percent love from my imaginary haters
Still trying to find the source of the leaks of Pandoras papers
Journalistic poetry, outer space it's a cold place
Hell on earth, Nigeria stays burning as it rotates
Try to speak on behalf of my people
Hoping it holds weight, no way
The bastards shot the messengers at the tollgate
Where do you find solace?, fashion statements with no taste
Price tag on my life, but my soul ain't for the showcase

Lactose intolerant, but I'm a cereal kinda guy
Nasco for terrorism, no justice for the blind
Freedom for the woke, I'm on DJ Cuppy's kinda time
Son of God, son of John my inheritance is shine
It's heavy on my mind, circumstances behind my birth
Placed in a country that greatly stifles the best
And slowly kills off the rest
My only feeling of regret is looking at my passport
And I'm thinking of self-defense (whoo)
The yahoo boys' dealings and the ritual killings
Fake miracles and healings such a mutual feeling huh

The hands on the clock is a quarter past infinity
God's word's forever the music is God's vicinity
All work for better but as long I decree in this
Your ears will be blessed as you listen with gross indiscipline
Non-fiction, real life not written with ink type
No genre, this is whatever the fuck I feel like
For what you are about to witness, this is your VIP invite
For all the mistakes a man makes, I'm filling this with insight

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:00.06] Tell somebody to tell anybody
[00:02.18] To tell every person, to tell everybody
[00:04.97] Dem carry matter go for Baale house
[00:07.72] I no go, I no think twice
[00:11.52] I no care, I no fit fight
[00:14.07] I no be the one wearing disguise
[00:16.66] Dem no dey think right
[00:19.84] Tell everybody to tell everybody
[00:22.26] To tell everybody to tell everybody
[00:25.41] Tell somebody to tell anybody
[00:27.66] To tell every person, to tell everybody, eh
[00:32.49] For Baale housะต, I no think twice (mm-mm)
[00:36.46] For Baale house, I no think twice (mm)
[00:42.85] The hands on the clock is a quarter past infinity
[00:45.43] God's word's forever, the music is God's vicinity
[00:48.44] All work for better but as long I decree in this
[00:51.10] Your ears will be blessed as you listen with gross indiscipline
[00:53.68] Non-fiction, real life, not written with ink type
[00:56.04] No genre, this is whatever the fuck I feel like
[00:58.69] For what you are about to witness, this is your VIP invite
[01:01.43] For all the mistakes man makes, I'm filling this with insight
[01:04.58] Hundred percent love from my imaginary haters
[01:07.11] Still trying to find the source of the leaks of Pandoras papers
[01:09.77] Journalistic poetry, outer space it's a cold place
[01:12.65] Hell on earth, Nigeria stays burning as it rotates
[01:15.36] Try to speak on behalf of my people
[01:17.02] Hoping it holds weight, no way
[01:18.75] The bastards shot the messengers at the tollgate
[01:20.74] Where do you find solace?, fashion statements with no taste
[01:23.22] Price tag on my life, but my soul ain't for the showcase
[01:25.94] Lactose intolerant, but I'm a cereal kinda guy
[01:28.60] Nasco for terrorism, no justice for the blind
[01:31.20] Freedom for the woke, I'm on DJ Cuppy's kinda time
[01:33.81] Son of God, son of John my inheritance is shine
[01:36.32] It's heavy on my mind, circumstances behind my birth
[01:39.13] Placed in a country that greatly stifles the best
[01:42.09] And slowly kills off the rest
[01:43.18] My only feeling of regret is looking at my passport
[01:45.67] And I'm thinking of self-defense (whoo)
[01:47.55] The yahoo boys' dealings and the ritual killings
[01:49.80] Fake miracles and healings such a mutual feeling huh
[01:52.93] The hands on the clock is a quarter past infinity
[01:55.14] God's word's forever the music is God's vicinity
[01:58.26] All work for better but as long I decree in this
[02:00.59] Your ears will be blessed as you listen with gross indiscipline
[02:03.58] Non-fiction, real life not written with ink type
[02:06.10] No genre, this is whatever the fuck I feel like
[02:09.00] For what you are about to witness, this is your VIP invite
[02:11.36] For all the mistakes a man makes, I'm filling this with insight
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