You are now listening to the hottest producer with the hottest beats on the net, Menace

My father was a pastor; y'know, a missionary

And everything had to be English

We were not even allowed to speak

Our country's language in schools

They called it, language of the country

They called our own languages, vernacular

English was the real language I had to speak in school

So, everything was English

My name is Aníkúlápó (Oluwa)

I have death, in my pouch, I can't die (Baba nla)

They can't kill me (Turn up)

Fela ti pada wa, I want to light up the shawarma

Two chains on, no shirts on, ****, say cheese to the camera

Two hands up in the air, like say you get yawa with olopa

Please don't try to interfere, when I'm getting cake like it's 15th of October

Aníkúlápó Kuti, Aníkúlápó Kuti

Everyday na like my birthday, talkin' bout the government na my duty

Fornication and adultery, omo, na big sin

That's why you see me getting married to any kind of shawty wey I give D

I'm simply that special type of guy, lati Abeokuta

Always wanna try new things, I dey pull strings like I dey play guitar

Typical African wey go study music for London instead of medicine

I got two things on, just my mic and my panties

Afrobeat, highlife

Smoking weed, high life

27 housewives

I dey do whatever I like

Afrobeat, highlife

Smoking weed, high life

27 housewives

I dey do whatever I like

Prrrrrr-rrrrrrr-rrrr! Ya!

My name is Aníkúlápó

Arararara, ororororo

Dey Shrine, stoned, these rappers want my star cloned

Green light, go, agree, you're fucking with the right pro

Omo Eko, omo gbanko, boy, I get it with my eyes closed

Heard your record, shit is whack though, we just dey spread am like barcode

Cut it, cut it, gettin' the paper with Bagco

Bugatti Veyron o fast o, find me the one wey get Nitro

Cut it, cut it, burnin' tyres, burnin' weed up

I roll up, it's the re-up, AB kush fuckin' me up

Got fresh goons, looking G'd up, girls take turn to beat the meat up

Got fans that could die for me, and that's what I call true love

Afrobeat, highlife

Smoking weed, high life

27 housewives

I dey do whatever I like

Afrobeat, highlife

Smoking weed, high life

27 housewives

I dey do whatever I like

Typical African wey go study music for London instead of medicine

I got two things on, just my mic and my panties

Prrrrrr-rrrrrrr-rrrr! Ya!

Music is the weapon

Arararara, ororororo

This a hell of a mission, this a hell of profession

Hate to so abort the mission, plan is to re-do the mission

This a hell of a mission, fantasy turn a profession

This a fun in profession, can't afford to fail the mission

Fela, Fela, Fela

Music is the weapon

Fela, Fela, Fela, Fela

Fela, Fela, Fela, Fela

Music is the weapon of the future

Fela, Fela, Fela, Fela