Vibranium Lyrics

There's no saving em

Un un there's no saving em

Capitalists still enslaving men

They aiming titanium but I'm working with Vibranium

Feeling like T'challa, suffering from sins of my father

Look wahala soldiers left the whole place chakala

Liberia made me, no ifs or buts or maybes

New Jersey raised me but still a civil war baby

Seems peace was never for me, all pain and guts no glory

Was young climbing purgatory, no elevator hella stories

Listen up and check the story, ever read Dante's allegory?

Same thing just get to know me

Warning though I'm kinda gory

Bouts with child soldiers helped me be harder

Eat faster, I like for chop jollof and goat but sometimes I eat pasta

Feast proper, man straight Gyal that said I'm a cheap bastard

Lose sleep nada, remember tough times Cassava fish calla

Member it was April sixth, year 1996

Liberia let's rewind it quick, the violence they surround me with

I grew around some grimey shit, talking cannibals frying kids

Government soldiers lighting cribs, guns kicking back like Chinese flicks

Wanted to fight like Jet li, stunt on em like Jackie

Hoped to be an athlete but ducking bullets gave me bad knees

Was only nine, let that simmer, people died over dinner

If they don't like you, machete swiping left like it's tinder

No gun that's a mismatch, was balling but they missed match

No aid dispatched, no food or water yeah we lived that

No ketchup where the fridge at? Lights off whole crib black

Neglection from the rich cats made us stronger for the get back

How I'm posed to back down? Was in Monrovia downtown

Watching flames up in the background

Rebel sniffing on that brown brown

That's gun powder, yeah they wilding

Everyday hear stop the violence

How we gon make peace, when y'all keep buying all these conflict diamonds?

Wooo wooo there go them sirens

Jungle snakes rats and lions, say they real but always lying

Somebody shot cuz he was shining

Jewels on him yeah they was eying

They hung him up and pressed the Iron

Don't even watch the news no more, every day some nigga dying

Was just tryna kill hunger but I had to Killmonger

Real bummer bills run up, extortion from them real gunners

Cold hearted war babies making grown men slumber

They waving heat, got December looking like it's still summer

Ugh there's no saving em!

Un un there's no saving em

Capitalists still enslaving men

They aiming titanium but I'm working with Vibranium

Feeling like T'challa, suffering from sins of my father

Look wahala soldiers left the whole place chakala

Liberia made me, no ifs or buts or maybes

New Jersey raised me but still a civil war baby