album cover
artist
Deca OTA & Afu
Baptised
11
Christian Rap
Baptised è stato pubblicato il 12 dicembre 2025 da OTA Recordings LLC / Free Imprint come parte dell'album The Human Condition
album cover
AlbumThe Human Condition
Data di uscita12 dicembre 2025
EtichettaOTA Recordings LLC / Free Imprint
LanguageEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM80

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Deca OTA
Deca OTA
Performer
Afu
Afu
Performer
C.J Ofoma
C.J Ofoma
Lead Vocals
Ayodeji Afuwape
Ayodeji Afuwape
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ayodeji Afuwape
Ayodeji Afuwape
Songwriter
Ceejay Ofoma
Ceejay Ofoma
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
C.J Ofoma
C.J Ofoma
Assistant Engineer
Gianni Di Martino
Gianni Di Martino
Producer
Jefrey Leguia
Jefrey Leguia
Mixing Engineer

Testi

Up-chuckers,
we’re spewing all the hate, I know.
You can’t touch this, don’t you see?
This is Ferragamo.
Nothing crazy, but I just need a taste;
My soul’s going to waste, and I couldn’t care ‘bout the mere morrow.
Intoxicated, but I ain’t ever touched a bottle;
Like a temptress, where she tells me to go,
I follow.
It’s been some years that I’ve played this dirty game,
Been running ‘round for the fame; in the end, all it left was more sorrow.
Was down and hungry,
thinking ‘bout ways to get this done.
Demons ‘round me stunned me
my guilty verdict? need the Son.
Can’t rip these burdens from me;
the chains of Lucy held me strong.
Heard countless words, it’s Elyon.
He said “You’re running from Me.
You’re famous, amazing,
think you should die for Me.
I’m aimless, it’s makeshift;
don’t got the time for you.
All them nights I provided,
Feel I’ll decide what is, good for my life
why should you get to decide for Me?”
Up-chuckers, we’re spewing all the hate,
I know.
You can’t touch this, don’t you see?
This is Ferragamo.
Nothing crazy, but I just need a taste;
My soul’s going to waste,
and I couldn’t care
‘bout the mere morrow.
Intoxicated, but I ain’t ever touched a bottle;
Like a temptress, where she tells me to go,
I follow.
It’s been some years that I’ve played this dirty game,
Been running ‘round for the fame; in the end, all it left was more sorrow.
We’re seeking peace, not fame;
In the mirror, see Christ, not pain.
Fighting the blight, still battle my shame
Grace on my name, but I walk with the blame.
I’m reading Psalms when I can’t explain,
Ask who I am in the midst of His flame.
Matthew 6: still pray in the rain,
But the storm inside doesn’t sound the same.
Romans 7: there’s a war in the frame;
good that I will, still slip all the same.
Galatians 5: flesh moving insane,
But I walk by the Spirit, not stuck in the chains.
cry out in prayer: “Can You see my pain?”
Dark thoughts creep, but I’m clinging to grace.
You cover my soul when I’m lost in the flame;
Your Word is my anchor,
I’m firm in the wave.
Aye, aye you man, you hear what happened to Az’ last week?
What happened to him, bro?
Bro, I heard he got lined, fam. They got him down, bro.
Huh?
The maddest thing is, bro… he’d just got baptised the week before, bro.
What?
Bro, it’s dark, man… it’s dark.
Intoxicated, but I ain’t ever touched a bottle;
Like a temptress, where she tells me to go,
I follow.
It’s been some years that I’ve played this dirty game,
Been running ‘round for the fame; in the end, all it left was more sorrow.
Written by: Ayodeji Afuwape, Ceejay Ofoma

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