Yaba Zone Flows

Uh (yeah)

UV (no, no)

One time

Yeah (yeah)

One time

Let's go, let's go

Uh, turn your TV on, what do you see

Our music is washed up, it's probably beneath the sea, uh

Mediocrity is overrated and talent is understated

And the shit we call gold ain't gold, it's gold-plated

It's clear from everything we're envisioning

I'm the only hip-hop sense of reasoning

These others can't drop, they're still in prison and

It's obvious they're lacking the sauce

They need some seasoning

I hope you're listening because ehn, I won't repeat

I'm like a new pair of socks, mehn, I've never known defeat

I'm on board got the keys, escape and delete

Then I get the mic and I prepare a coffin for the beat

Get a coffin for the beat while they're bluffing in their tweets

Niggas barely keep it real, but that be nothing to a G

They wanna speak up but

They're coughing and they're choking in the seats

Knock the lights off, press the button, they rotten I the fridge

I wrote it all

I wrote it all

I wrote it all

Shit my nigga, I wrote it all

Yeah, I wrote it all

I wrote it all

I wrote it all

True my nigga, I wrote it all

I met Tunji in the Yaba zone

He said Naija hip-hop is brain-dead in comatose

I said my nigga, what you saying?

What you talking 'bout?

He said, "The rappers no dey rap, just dey run their mouth

Too many fakers in the game trying to stake a claim

Claiming that they're great and stand tall, but all their shit is lame"

I said, "My nigga it's true, but what can I say

E no easy to blow, you know the price to pay"

He told me, "UV, UV, you need to rap more

The streets need you, we wanna hear your tracks more

Dumb it down a little mehn, don't be too hardcore

Make sure you school these niggas

Use a blackboard, give them a crash course"