Living Dead

I cool my body small you menners started bitching

Traffic enter my lane and you started switching

I no bore I know you never truly saw the vision

But I hope you're ready for the heat coming from my kitchen

I no be taxi why you want make I drop off

Mià be gbedodoɖa koe nye make I fall off

Vɔa nyè be kè yi to ŋutɔ tornado no fit sweep off

Rocket launcher fifia hafi mè dza take off

Dù me gbã dùlegba fɔ àgbà vee tsi agblè dzi kpɔ oo

Be Keeny Ice na ta xemae me dzɔ kpɔ oo

Ŋɔtsi kpakple gbɔgbɔ̃ wo me ten ya va nye ketɔ oo

Gbedekɔƒevi nuka nyea nyè me kpɔ kpɔ oo