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Uncle Sam (Transatlantic) [feat. maunroh]
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Uncle Sam (Transatlantic) [feat. maunroh] was released on October 24, 2025 by BLINDIE Music as a part of the album Recovering Athlete (A Time To Feel)
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Release DateOctober 24, 2025
LabelBLINDIE Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ryan the Son
Ryan the Son
Performer
Maunroh
Maunroh
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan the Son
Ryan the Son
Songwriter
Ukairo Ukpai Ukairo
Ukairo Ukpai Ukairo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ryan the Son
Ryan the Son
Producer
Maunroh
Maunroh
Producer

Lyrics

I just dey come dey look like my struggle
Fenty dey cost money
And this country has been robbing me blind
All I need now is kisses and cuddles
Cause it’s giving befuddled
No, ask Dede
I was losing my mind
I’m a little unsteady
Hold onto me
No be pesin I dey talk na my sanity
There’s the fantasy and the reality
And I’m in the disconnect
We all need a connect
And I got one
I’ve got tons
Mad love everywhere that my heart has touched
But what’s a heart to the heartless
No be pesin I dey talk
Na the system I dey vex for
Things wey I dey stress for
4 times the effort
But I’m feeling like a stress ball
Man, I’m feeling like a stress ball
And you know what that means
Na Uncle Sam dey press me
Na Uncle Sam molest me
Na Uncle Sam dey vex me
Na this ting wey don less me
Na this ting wey don less me
No matter how far the distance
My feet travel in the trenches
I Fi cry out in trouble they no listen
Uncle Sam took his shot but he
misconstrued what I am
If you knew what I am
My roots run deep to the truth of I am
If you screw wit me then you screw wit I am
You dey try to take my body you dey lose to I am
Naija. Texas. Proof, I am
A threat when you let me loose, I am
What you get
When you mix
up the best
in the west
Resurrect what you put in the tomb, I am
My God doesn’t look like Uncle Sam
My God looks more like the Motherland
Unlike your sons I struggle with the mother
Cause we never had the upper hand, Uncle Sam
Never got a handout
So she puts her hands out to the God of another Man
Money
So the only fair route
Is take a fare out to the air of another land
Na Uncle Sam dey press me
Na Uncle Sam molest me
Na Uncle Sam dey vex me
Na this ting wey don less me
Na this ting wey don less me
Written by: Ukairo Ukpai Ukairo
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