[Intro]
Our next selection is called
Talk About It. You know too many
times, people listen to the beat
of the song, instead of the lyrics
of the song. Well, this time around,
we all gonna listen to the lyrics
of song, you can as well skip the
song and take it to the next, the
next level.
[Verse 1]
Yeah. How I wish, wish, wish.
We can get down to the ish, ish,
ish. You, you know who it is. It’s
the M.I, M.I, M.I. And I must be
high, high, high. The things that
I, I, could get away, way, way.
With the ish that I say, say, say.
Lets go.
[Chorus]
I must talk. I must flow. I must
speak. I must crow. I’m not a chicken,
I’m a rooster. I’m not afraid to
speak, so I let it out when I’m supposed
to. Yo! I must flow. I must speak.
I must crow. I’m not a chicken,
I’m a rooster. I’m not afraid to
speak, so I let it out when I’m supposed
to. Agebotas like me, if you know
you wanna crow, say cuckle dubedoo
(cuckle dubedoo). And if you pako
like me and you really wanna crow
say cucurucu (cucurucu). Yo,
all the Agebotas in the house,
if you know you wanna crow, say
cuckle dubedoo (cuckle dubedoo).
And if you pako like me and you really
wanna crow say cucurucu (cucurucu).
[Verse 2]
Yo! Too much propaganda. Good
for the goose isnt good for the
gander. Men always have a selfish
agenda. Presidents sweep evidence
under the varander. Me, I’m a public
defender. I’m a editor no foolish,
what shall I render? No retreat,
no surrender. See I fight for my
rights like a render. We have a
former head of state who’s still
living large. Police I.G who was
stealing while in charge. Governors
arrested for embezzlement. Politicians
kill cos they relevant and just
for the hell of it. Everyone scared,
nobody wanna get killed. So we
chill till they steal and they………………….
Just a couple hundred mill. But
now I’m gonna talk till the truth
is revealed.
[Repeat chorus]
[Verse 3]
Yea! Too much film tricks,
politricks and illegal con tricks
and the people just sit. The oil
gets mined and the crude gets refined
and the papers get signed and we
queue up in line. One million,
two million, three million, four.
The senator buy car, open up a store.
But don’t say nothing, just shot
your trap jo. Remember what happened
to that news editor. But me I’m
a boss, I’m a true, I’m a bore. I
wont sit still through the government
galore. I say it loud on CD, on stage
and on tour. My mouth doesn’t just
speak if only bored. Why are we
poor, governor don’t lie. Where
is our money, what is your alibi?
They say keep your mouth shut,
you know you’ll die. In my street
people say we dey feel you guy.
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