Hit Em Up

The rise of Captain Afrika Kilonshele (Instrumental) Uh Kilonshele Im the eba eater Afro grime I run it like Kenya I'm not a bus driver but I ride you like okada If you got a bootleg cd (Dapada) When I was younger they said I was fat I stopped learning how to swim just because of that Now that I'm older they say I'm looking skinny F*ck what anybody thinks I just do me! Pounded yam belly, living poor, I saw the rich on TV so I wanted more The truth is I only rap cos they said I couldn't do it Now, whose foolish? Somebody better call Ashanti Olushola but my aunty calls me sholly She died of cancer Are we human or are we dancer Shouts out to my cousin africalabasha Uh, uh, I hit 'em with another one Uh, I just hit 'em with another one Uh, uh, I hit 'em with another one Yeah, you've just been hit with another one Uh, uh, I hit 'em with another one Uh, you've just been hit with another one I hit 'em up with another one Yeah, you've just been hit with another one Kilonshele I'm the amala eater Who stole my visa I run it like Angola, I'm not a bus driver but I ride you like okada If you got a fake t-shirt then (Dapada) Live your life how you see it Life is a gift I'm just living in the present Take a shot or two So you know you can feel it I be drinking super malt mixed with Guinness Eba eater I like my soup hot pepper With three big meat I keep the clothes neat I keep my flow sharp so my family can eat I keep my mind clear cos I know I gotta speak Man I got to eat Everybody got to eat Music is my food and I'm feeling like I got a feast I burped out the doubt, Wash it down with hope I'm the eba eater with a belly full of joke Uh, uh, I hit 'em with another one Uh, I just hit 'em with another one Uh, uh, I hit 'em with another one Yeah, you've just been hit with another one Uh, uh, I hit 'em with another one Uh, you've just been hit with another one I hit 'em up with another one Yeah, you've just been hit with another one Black pepper White salt, Jollof rice, Cold super malt Obirin meta Only one me, Here comes the translation listen close There's three girls, One I, Champagne on ice, One cup Three bottles, Two hands, Six breasts, Please excuse the math but I skipped the lecture So I killed the class, Now I'm the graduate of my own class, A bottle holds liquid, Air holds gas, Listen up girl your jeans hold a lot of ass We can go anywhere you want just ask Kilonshele im the pounded yam eater Who stole my visa I run it like Nigeria I'm not a bus driver but I ride you like okada If you got my bootleg CD Dapada Uh, uh, I hit 'em with another one Uh, I just hit 'em with another one Uh, uh, I hit 'em with another one Yeah, you've just been hit with another one Uh, uh, I hit 'em with another one Uh, you've just been hit with another one I hit 'em up with another one Yeah, you've just been hit with another one Uh, uh, I hit 'em with another one Uh, I just hit 'em with another one Uh, uh, I hit 'em with another one Yeah, you've just been hit with another one Uh, uh, I hit 'em with another one Uh, you've just been hit with another one I hit 'em up with another one Yeah, you've just been hit with another one