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Ah... iron no bend for fire
Man rise from gutter to thunder
Trumpet wake the street soldiers
No fear no retreat (eh-eh)
Iron spirit for the street (for the street)
Fire dey burn but we no fit quit (fit quit)
We dey turn pain to the vibe for the beat (for the beat).
Blood for the hustle, sweat for the dream (for the dream)
Omo no dey sleep, head dey beam (dey beam)
Rain dey fall but we still dey lit (dey lit)
Tell the world say the boy don reach (don reach).
From the gutter where I rise up steady,
Dark nights no food but my mind stay ready.
Enemies pray make my leg unsteady,
But Ọlọhun dey guide, we no fall for any.
I dey walk through fire like Moses lane,
Every cut on my skin be the proof of pain.
Now my shoe sole dirty but the chain dey flame,
Every bar I spit dey break their frame.
Mm-mm... no shaking... streets still blazing
Every time we dey fall we dey climb again,
Trumpet blow when the young kings reign.
No fear no retreat (eh-eh)
Iron spirit for the street (for the street)
Fire dey burn but we no fit quit (fit quit)
We dey turn pain to the vibe for the beat (for the beat).
Blood for the hustle, sweat for the dream (for the dream)
Omo no dey sleep, head dey beam (dey beam)
Rain dey fall but we still dey lit (dey lit)
Tell the world say the boy don reach (don reach).
Omo all the dues wey the boy don pay,
Now the Benz dey purr when the top drop play.
Street boys dey cheer when they see my chain,
Say the boy too raw, still dey preach their pain.
If you wan try test, better guard your chest,
This no be contest, iron no dey rest.
Grew from the sand now we toast success,
Raise every cup for the lost ones blessed.
We no bend!
We no bend!
We no break!
We no break!
Iron spirit till the trumpet shake!
No fear no retreat (eh-eh)
Iron spirit for the street (for the street)
Fire dey burn but we no fit quit (fit quit)
We dey turn pain to the vibe for the beat (for the beat).
Blood for the hustle, sweat for the dream (for the dream)
Omo no dey sleep, head dey beam (dey beam)
Rain dey fall but we still dey lit (dey lit)
Tell the world say the boy don reach (don reach).
Iron no bend...
Street don wake...
This our season to shake the gate...