Isi Agu (Eze Okochiri) (Bangee Version) Lyrics

ISI AGU!

ISI AGU!

We came, we saw, we conquered

Feeling the pain

Comes with the hunger

Spitting flames

Blazing with thunder

Breaking chains

Cracking the handcuffs

I am the one they've been waiting for

The prophecy said am the chosen one

I do it for Africa

Do it mama

I Do it for all of you

My Music is logic

I give you a reason to party

Turn me up

And then listen to knowledge

Coming up

But am making the money

Making the money

My Music is logic

I give you a reason to party

Turn me up

And then listen to knowledge

Coming up

But am making the money

I am making the money

ISI AGU!

Call me the medic and read me the Verdict

I am sick

I am killing the season with verses

I am ill

Rhythm I bring is a blessing

Believe in the king

Majesty

Study the star

Astrology

I know you heard of me

Gotti will body your prodigy

Better be scared of me

Peep in my poetry

Shower me half of your salary

I came in the game with a trend

Beats that bang

So baby bend low

Thugging with harmony

Making the songs for haters and fans

To dance to

I got a Porsche

I need a rose

Buy mama a Benzo

Buss down all froze

Head down to my ankles

All night on the stove

Cooking up different samples

Dope boy making money trips

Esco Pablo

The streets is a part of me

You cannot take out of me

Picture the future

Envision the half of it

Pick up the bits of my broken

Heart

And throw it all on the beat

ISI AGU

Charismatic

Lyrically hyper active

Style attractive

Rhymes like magic spells

Casting demons back into the abyss

We Finally made it

Underrated for a decade

Dedicated and we waited

Activated now we caking

Taking taking on the taking

Blowing papers on the haters

Who beefing on famous

Make it rain any weather

Make it rain any weather

Go get umbrellas

Sleep with the mula under my pillow

Money is my cologne

Nobody cares

When you broke so we had to blow

Now They famz with us

Lap dance when they hang with us

Give me the jewels, the mansions

Dude for fashion

Shoes Versace bro

Keeping it nice and flashy

Why you chasing broads

Never petty never nervous

Get the money make em jealous

Get it just get it

Do whatever say whatever

Paranormal metaphors

Giving em headaches

Tell the critics that am better

Give me honeys and cheddars

And give em the Headies

I coach the best of em

Murder the rest of em

Make sales finesse with the billions

Raise hell rapture the Christians

Capture the media

I am a maniac

I am a genius

Respected by even the seniors

Popping in previous periods

Banging with hits in your radios

Hits in your radios

You cannot be serious

Comparing a king to these idiots

Follow my lead and be lenient

For your good and convenience