Hey!

Master E.M.P.D on the beat o!

Abeg, make we background the bass ooh yeah

I swear, I must to find way comot for this trench, yeah

Omo, I must to find way comot for here, no cap!

This kind life, no be the plan at all, yeah

This suffer-head must stop, something distinct must give!

Every day we dey rush, rush, we just dey chook body!

No time to check time, man must to move body!

Inside the Ghetto, from morning till the night eye red

You go see me for junction, I dey grind for my bread

And the format no go change

As long as the moolah dey enter, we maintain the range

Same block, but we wan pop heavy champagne

Same big motor for street, with one fine babe on my flank

Cruising with my shima, we just dey roll

Fresh air dey blow, making a man feel whole

But the crime for street too much, head wan burst

We pray for better day, but we must survive first!

I must to Japa! I must to find way comot for here, yeah!

I must to Japa! This ghetto life wan dey tear my gear, yeah!

This no be the life Wey I promise my mommy, no, yeah!

This life must change, blessings must follow me!

So we dey rush, rush, we must to move on!

We dey rush, rush, until the ghetto is gone!

No stopping, we dey rush, rush, we must to move on, yeah!

Every day and night, the hustle is on!

Omo, sometimes I no dey even see the sun shine

Six in the morning, I dey track road, I dey inline

From daybreak to night, I dey run round the town

Before Babylon come carry a man down!

I must to feed the family, no time to slack

Face to face with destiny, no looking back

I dey feel the pressure, the bills dey close on my heel

So I hold my steering tight, man must to take the wheel!

I dey run pass my fears, I dey run pass my guys

I dey run from the trap make I fit reach the skies

So I hold my microphone, I look up and I say"If you hear this my song, abeg make you pray for me!"

I must to Japa! I must to find way comot for here, yeah!

I must to Japa! This ghetto life wan dey tear my gear, yeah!

This no be the life Wey I promise my mommy, no, yeah!

This life must change, blessings must follow me!

So we dey rush, rush, we must to move on!

We dey rush, rush, until the ghetto is gone!

No stopping, we dey rush, rush, we must to move on, yeah!

Every day and night, the hustle is on!

Can you picture the boy growing up where the jungle dey hot?

Where the boys dey block street and the girls dey shake what they got?

Where if you no get money, pocket dry, you be nobody?

And if you look for your gee, he dey ground, R.I.P to a buddy

This wicked world, this wicked world

I must to leave this town forever!

Break the chains, make my life better!

I must to find way comot for here (Japa o)

This no be the way I wan live (Never)

Master E.M.P.D, play the vibe make we roll and dance

We dey rush, rush, we dey move

We dey rush, rush, we dey move

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Yeah

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