Hard to Tell
Yeah
Turn up my mic 2
Turn up my mic 2vibe
Son of An Architect
Jesse Jiga baby
You know it's so hard when u come from part of this world
It's so hard to tell but we gon vibe like my man
Huh
Oshamo!!!!
January's own baby spitin on the mic yeah
The fire keeps burning maybe hell is right ere
Like we lost and we never ever found it
Just like MI nobody wanna talk about it
Such a pity that my people can't see
So we B L I N D
To the truth
They reboot and loot
Ridin us like a fool yeah
Low income housing
The poor keeps begging yeah
When will we stand and fight as a unity
Suffering and smiling
Seems to be cv of Nigerians
Untill we tired of the bull that the bull that they feeding us
I say Good night to each every one of us yeah
It's so hard to tell
When u come from part of this world
It's so hard to tell
I wanna be happy like vec
Say what's on my mind on the M I C
It's so easy to hate than to love
If the former is ur case then feel very free
It's ur life
I can't force yeah in my city
The distance and time makes u accelerate the velocity
We blame the government for the way
That they treat us
Yet among us we hardly tolerate us
Throwing threats at each other
Broken bottles bar fights
With box cutters
Conductors yelling
Passengers cursin the bus drivers
Strange people asking for favors
You wake up in the morning
To the sound of noisy neighbors
It's so hard to tell
When u come from part of this world
It's so hard to tell
I guess you should know that my bars are 18+
And when I mean 18 I ain't talking about age or number
Am talking so deep to the conscience of ur mind
You try to paint a picture
And place an image to the sound
My back is so polite cos I had a humble ground
Hate is the love that u really never felt
The care you were denied
And the feeling you might die
Touch not my anointed do my prophet no harm
But if a prophet can lie
Then the anointed is so damn
Son of an architect
Must really come from Mars
The flow is out of this world
And so is the bars
Is never really about those who have rich members
In this part if you talk you fit end up like dele giwa
So I savage myself no wan
Catch fever like aunty tiwa
Turn up my mic 2
Turn up my mic 2vibe
Son of An Architect
Jesse Jiga baby
You know it's so hard when u come from part of this world
It's so hard to tell but we gon vibe like my man
Huh
Oshamo!!!!
January's own baby spitin on the mic yeah
The fire keeps burning maybe hell is right ere
Like we lost and we never ever found it
Just like MI nobody wanna talk about it
Such a pity that my people can't see
So we B L I N D
To the truth
They reboot and loot
Ridin us like a fool yeah
Low income housing
The poor keeps begging yeah
When will we stand and fight as a unity
Suffering and smiling
Seems to be cv of Nigerians
Untill we tired of the bull that the bull that they feeding us
I say Good night to each every one of us yeah
It's so hard to tell
When u come from part of this world
It's so hard to tell
I wanna be happy like vec
Say what's on my mind on the M I C
It's so easy to hate than to love
If the former is ur case then feel very free
It's ur life
I can't force yeah in my city
The distance and time makes u accelerate the velocity
We blame the government for the way
That they treat us
Yet among us we hardly tolerate us
Throwing threats at each other
Broken bottles bar fights
With box cutters
Conductors yelling
Passengers cursin the bus drivers
Strange people asking for favors
You wake up in the morning
To the sound of noisy neighbors
It's so hard to tell
When u come from part of this world
It's so hard to tell
I guess you should know that my bars are 18+
And when I mean 18 I ain't talking about age or number
Am talking so deep to the conscience of ur mind
You try to paint a picture
And place an image to the sound
My back is so polite cos I had a humble ground
Hate is the love that u really never felt
The care you were denied
And the feeling you might die
Touch not my anointed do my prophet no harm
But if a prophet can lie
Then the anointed is so damn
Son of an architect
Must really come from Mars
The flow is out of this world
And so is the bars
Is never really about those who have rich members
In this part if you talk you fit end up like dele giwa
So I savage myself no wan
Catch fever like aunty tiwa
Credits
Writer(s): Jesse Jiga
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.