AVerse Lyrics

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