Ghana Music Music

Medikal – The Last Burial (Prod. by Cheensee Beatz)

Lyrics
Swerg! (AMG baby)
Swerg
Yeah
Obede me use wo beat no, I want to lash your small boy
Ohiani moborɔwa, yɛkɔ a na wo follow sɛ convoy
I step in the scene, I’m making it clean, me kuram mu bawee sɛ alloy
Ɛnhyɛ wo aa yɛ din, yɛ sika no yɛgye no bhim bhim bhim, abwoy
Promoters aa mo gu me bank; Me manager sɛ w’abrɛ eno show off
Wo trende a ɛyɛ wo sɛ wo pappi, w’adwene ketewa sɛ mmaa watch
M’afrɛ Abass me landi pɛ, me ɛkɔ hyia no agye six plots
Best rapper for life. Wo nte aseɛ a, fa Aboagye kɔ high court
Studio ayɛfo ama wo to bi, ah wiase ayɛ tan
Ofui, togbɛlɛɛ, gyimii, w’ano ho nwii sɛ nkuraasedan
If you see fraud money before, show me how it looks like
Boys confirmi na yɛmma wo kakra a, wo feeli good right
Rest in peace, wo nkorɔfoɔ bɛfi wo, my brother sleep tight
Wo saman pɛ a ɔmbra, me gugwa no, your soul go keep quiet
You wan make agony manage you with this behaviour
Had that shit on speaker
Wo se Obede nyɛ hwee, what a traitor
Akoa no se Sarkodie no dey pay him, video shoots
Ɔde n’afu na ɛnam. Niqqa no pɛ ɛdidie sɛ Drogba
Me koraa me kyerɛ Agony sɛ ɔmboa wo, me hwɛ wo a wo brɛ
You’re just a poop in my trumu, I shit you, wonka nokorɛ
Rap yɛ gym a nka dabiaa me worki out sɛ koterɛ
Wonni aboterɛ
Wo mu hahaaha, wo yɛ aboa a, nka wo yɛ tɛfrɛ
Ye si town a yɛseɛ hɔ wo hu sɛ bɛɛma nie
Strongman pɛ application bra, me hia gateman wo fie
Wo girl Nana Ama no, ɛyaa bisa no sɛ dɛn na ɔtɔn
Prosper finger no nso wandi no, na ne twɛ bɔn
Ask am say the 2K mobile money, who wey send am?
Wonni sika a mɛnfalli, obiaa de naade n’ɛnam
Agyinamoa fri fie a, na nkura neesa shoky ne shaku
Wanta nase kakra, try walaahi mɛbɔ n’asom baako
Too risky ne omo ada nyinaa me girls n’ɛde maa me
I’m just an entertainer, me ngyae Fella nkɔ di wo maame?
Money making machine m’abrɛ mo, me nni time for haters
Me hyɛ Minnesota, me boili, ɛnkyɛ me sign wo wɔ lakers
Sleep dem sleep, omo ada, ɔmo career n’aye latex
Ashfoam mpɛ m’anim ahwɛ nti mo hia me favours
What be the time?
Frɛ me tapoli, adey on my grind
I see that they crying
Best rapper till the day I go resign
My Kumasi niqqas be throwing a sign
Ghetto boy a m’asi dan ama mommy, me hyɛ bon mo koraa a, I still go dey shine
Comparing yourself to me is an insult, ɛwɔ sɛ yɛkyɛ wo to mu, it is a crime
Subtract yourself from Obidi followers, ɛbɛka wo pant
Wo wie a multiply w’agyapadeɛ a wo wɔ wɔ wiase yi mu, eno dey reach the watch on my hand
Divide abusuafoɔ no nnoɔma no nso ka bom. Sɛ wo yɛɛ profit and loss?
Wo wie a, sendi answer no, e’dey tally the chain I lost
Hwan na tuu wo fo? Flow Delly see akoa n’atiti
Sarkodie, next time fa wo sika tɔ nsaase ma Titi
Shadouts to Kobby Hands. Afe wei mɛkyerɛ mo biibi
Underground niqqas, y’adua mo saa nso still mo fifi (mtwwwch)
Swerg
Me tu kwan kakra nti ɛyɛ mo sɛ Ghana yɛ mo dea won? (Aww Chensen on the beat)
From day two I had fire in my eyes
No chill zone I put the fire into ice
Devil in disguise
But I’m Jesus with the price
Tell the Jolly fuck the law, I see the truth in your lies
All these fake celebrities in my Dm
I read the unreads without repling, I no dey see them
They sleeping
I no dey need alarm, I’m always peeping
If money talks, I be the linguist, I’m alway speaking
Ebi si boy nu rappi, ebi si ebi hype
If your girl be Mavis Beacon sef, she never be my type
Them dey look for my duplicate, no debate, mo hyerɛ me hwae
ECG you go fi keep your light, Nyame ni me han
There nor light off
They turn my mic off
I no need someone coward to come and prove to me that time, I’m fucken idol
As them tell me say I no go blow I told dem fuck off
Now everyday I board planes, Pilot never ideal
On the road from riches, we had a convensation
He said I’m never going broke, thats my occupation
Kwashie boys wan make I join them for bawlashie
‘Cos the brain i get gofi kwashie the whole nation
Mo nan asi mirika more than boys na ɔmo use petrol
Afi wei yɛ m’afi nso still a, mo kɔ yɛ afro
One day Ghana Music go be, shoutout to GHAMRO
Me de me life ato chacha, soul is a camblo
Ladies call me swag dada
My long daga
Make your shody pap a rulling, my country dey call ma adaga
Top shatta
A’don conquer
Anybody wey dey clain top shatta
Foggeti na ɔmo ada sweg
Forget everybody
Shoutout to anybody wey dey support the movement
Wo n’support movement no nso a, kɔ da
Yeah Charlie, I get like twenty, over twenty hit songs
Yɛ perform koraa yɛn kan
And all be hardwork. You understand?
Ɛnyɛ hatred, ɛnyɛ ɔtan
Yew, all the underground rappers, keep working hard
Mɛntie obia, yɛ w’adiɛ, go hard
Shoutout to Kelvyn boy, the time pays hard
Shoutout to King Promise, the promise land is ours
Shoutout to Kwesi Arthur
Shoutout to all the young cats
I mean, the new generation be this
Make we push Ghana Music
Shoutout to Sarkodie for putting us on
Shoutout to Waddle
Shoutout to Flow Dely
Shoutout to Kly
Shoutout to Khalifa (Flow Dely)
Shoutout to Prince Klinco
Charlie me ka sɛ mɛma shoutout a, obia bɛda
Suɛ
Shody me hia wo duku no
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Samuel Frimpong Adu / Nurudeen Kassim
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