Crown of Clay ft. M.I. Abaga & Pheelz Lyrics

Crown of Clay ft. M.I. Abaga & Pheelz - Vector

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My father told me when I was around, the day

He took me to the river sat me down to pray

Right there in the water to the sound of pain

From the mud he fashioned me a crown of clay

It’s why no one can ever take this sound away

Took me to the water sat me down to pray

And right there by the river to the sound of pain

Form the mud he fashioned

Welcome to the blood line of the black kings

Real life black scenеs

The Black church black thought black sins

Uganda Bobi wine magazines

Nеws flash but old news like since

We can’t speak Judge me my genes

A’n soro soke, s’an gbo loke? Quite mean

(We are speaking up are they listening up)

But you can’t hold the voices

This is CLUBHOUSE

I’m African and blessed

I hold it down even when I face stress

The kind of punches wey fit make your face press

I mean if life is a bitch then this is sex

It’s Big Dick energy when I flex

I think them scared of me is my guess

What’s beef to a man from the west? Cowboy

Heart to a man with the chest? How boy?

Treasure wey I carry deep within

But society in getting in-between

The thing long like many limousines

But I dey King no dey japa

People of opobo This King ja ja

Story of a slave to a king

Barrack boy wey dey relate many things

No be ahsawo if I mate many queens

You see this crown of clay’s really a thing King

Instinct only got the grind in my system

Many water pass wey for down men

Nothing shake the strength of a black man

Black man in in me

Blood of my forefathers in me

Steady chasing that paper daily

Orishirishi men dem be tryna

But odeshi dey for my black skin

You see the young kings

Odeshi de for my black skin

Yo M.I

Welcome to the blood line of black queens

Who birth the black dream

From their black hips then covered us with black wings

Women with heart of a king like drag queens

My mother told me wash your head in the black streams

For the soil on which you toil has gasoline

Born in the water the fire that steam

By the river side where niggas dey high the grass green

If they mess with you they get one eye like black beans

The Ancestors are starting to speak more loudly

Proudly I listen to what they saying about me

We all sinners

But God was in us before the sent us on slave ships

And consecrated Israel and Saudi

That means our villages are holy grounds

Traditions and our names they all are holy sounds

The wealth that's in our continent was stolen out

But what they going do with me when they can't control me now

(Arhhh)

When I rap is like the Sun go dark

I discovered hidden flows tell me who the fuck is mungo park?

White supremacist? shht uncle park

You talking to a Black King with a disgruntled heart

My nigga king

Instinct only got the grind in my system

Many water pass wey for down men

Nothing shake the strength of a black man

Black man in in me

Blood of my forefathers in me

Steady chasing that paper daily

Orishirishi men dem be tryna

But odeshi dey for my black skin

You see the young kings

Odeshi de for my black skin

You see the young kings

Odeshi de for my black skin