I said I'm Herbert more like Ogundi than Anthony Stevens
Shout out to Ab-soul with lyrics I hold in high regard, I capture these feelings
Locked on behind bars with keys from pianos on Ableton
My mind is freedom and my soul is the space between
Southwest Nigeria is the geography In case the difference needs multiplication
I'm one division away from Missouri and Yoruba nation
Will that be a plus? I wonder and pray it is
Till then it's the largest African population still
It's still like it's all we do Still like we're stuck and move only backwards
in relation to the planet's perpetual motion
Though in circles a lot happens with each cycle
And there's the galaxy's expansion to consider I'm going closer to Andromeda off the topic
I wrote this with an urgent purpose Before the light shines if the bulb will function
Before the audience arrives if the deem it a worthy function
I thought it proper to draw a portrait with lines in the sand
Distinguishing me from the culture I'm not the flyest, I got no stylist
I'd much prefer that it's not required I'd rock a pair of unbranded sandals
More comfortably than some brand new Nikes Likely cos I got some large feet
Or pun intended, peristalsis Dope on this message, let these rhymes be a
call to the essence of what I bring to the table
Foot for thought, you heard it coming So when I say pause it's more like commerce
When I say the F word it's more like commerce Funded cos I wasn't raised like that
Cos words in my vocabulary are in my native language
I'd have to force it to say it like rappers from the West
Meanwhile I'm South West, the West African tribe
Sharing borders with ladies, more on that later Not all behaviour, stop with me from
the TV Culture on the shoulder, other lifting the
spirit So pardon me for sticking out sometimes
The sole thumb making a point I write rhymes under the influence of lightning
Trapped in a bottle, Nas, Andre and others Poets I studied, including the last
Going back farther to the traditional art of Ewi
So it's that sort of mixed bag I'd like to fill with profits
Unique as I might be I'm counting on having something in common
With enough people to fly this budget and top it
But back to the topic, where I stand from rap is an obvious stereotype
So still choose to call it When your name rings a bell
It's often better off not from churches or schools
Cos then the public construes every word as the gospel of truth
And while it might be cool, it means your time is short
Cos they only take the part they like or throw you down a flight of stairs
For drawing stairs and staring trouble when you strike a chord
Not meshing with where they stand and hope you deceive
But as the son of the soil with clothes in your sleeves
You get to say whatever It's just loads for music, loads of amusement
Then every now and then you show up and pull the trigger
And when they get hit with conviction where it hurts you pull the business card
Like hey relax my man, it's just the rap