Hiphop lyrics
Intro:
Teknik about to spit, just sit and listen/ I'm bringing real rap for you to hear so pay attention! This is not the kinda lyrics I should be translating to pidgin
Door opens: (sound)
Dad: Son what you doing? I thought I sent you to college to be a student/ why are you disturbing with this thing you call rapping?
Son: Dad, I don't like it/am only tryna practice the things they taught in the university with the verses in/I'm not trying to be a lyricist, am only soliloquizing
Dad: You must be crazy! Is that how people study? Is that how you want to build an office?
Son: Dad am sorry/I just don't want to be boring, I wanna read and do some cramming
Dad: You're funny! Read and your brain will bring them forth coming/Dont try to be loud, lemme see what you writing, wow!
Son: I wanna be a writer like Dan Brown
Dad: Do you own thing, don't follow the crowd and please don't be proud
Son: Well, dad I tink I need to make my own sound whether sweet or sour/ Ok, if I try to rap, will you sponsor the track?
Dad: Don't even think about that, just read your books and pa**/ then you will feel glad to do your masters in England
Son: well dad, but I still wanna rap, put my cds in a bag and hustle in Lag
Dad: Remember who you are, if you rap you might sound wack
Son: But dad why?
Dad: You wouldn't know how to rhyme and use the American accent all the time
Son: But dad I thought you told me to be real, not trying to be fake and swallow my pride
Dad: Yea I know I couldn't lie but if you have to be a rapper you have to take your time and besides I wouldn't want this hobby to take your life
Son: Its not like its tonight/ am not trying to be the greatest of all time but if I wanna be the best I gotta pay a price/ pa** on anything I achieve in this life/ If you dislike or like the situations that come across the line
Dad: May I remind, son you gotta try/ I don't like that hiphop culture cos they normally call b**hes/ full of thugs and n***as using strong words that endangers lives of the youth and teenagers/ violence is the only thing they spit
Son: But this is me, am trying to be different/ checking my thesis, am using the lyrics to educate people in villages so there will be no more scrimmages
Dad: Stereotypically the images you see are caused by negligence but son I think you need to be warned/ don't talk about the government or try to be raw
Son: My technique is raw
Dad: yea I know but leave the evil deeds to God/ Sooner or later the things we all see will be gone/ before we go to war let's join in one accord and make a force/ abide by the law so we can all become a family tied by a bond
Son: But what's wrong? Anytime you spit the truth, you become the next one
Dad: Son, word is bond, am gone!
Son: Alright dad, am not trying to play God like Morgan Freeman in Bruce Almighty but I pray to the Almighty to bring a suitable leader like Olusegun Obasegun, to carry us pa** the circumstances surrounding us/ not the fear attached to the heart when Abacha was in charge to give you a fever/Its a fact, Ken Saro Wiwa went to attack and lost his life like that/ and if you ask, curiosity k**ed the cat but this is rap/ Raw Teknik is about to k** the wacks, just relax for all those spoiling this culture and making it sound wack/ no come chop after you starved then later brag cos you ain't got cash, where's Bill Gate in the house? Put a substance in your rap then take a map/pa** through the route, I'm trying to make music a hobby, not to profit or sound like Donnie Mcclurkin/ get a topic, most of these rappers should be kept in a coffin, I hate spitting this so often/ Talented n***as in the industry with no money to shoot a video or getting their song played on the radio and I think everyone is now talented, that's the situation/ and no one will be helping you, no one is trying to help the youth, they only tell lies and support the ignorant few/ We represent the hood, shadow of the ones keeping the rules, in where we lie we tell the truth and say it with a proof otherwise you gotta loose/ Man and nature, what a hybrid! Fairy tales are televised to the street, I rep a city, PH life is eery but we still live it/ got couple of fans and even if I got three, they make better breeze/ the journalist make memories by showing news on tv screen, what a pity/ serendipity within and anything we discover becomes real/ pople think hiphop is about the k**ing/ obscene pictures, delinquents and drug dealings/ the truth remains a mystery, growing up as a kid we couldn't speak/ everything we had in mind was a gift, I held mine tight with the fist/ politicking not for the weak/ I represent the kids on the street, robbery is not a tool for you to use and abuse the youth cos you dropped outta school/ since life's good, you got a better view, am careful about the things I do, I peep but never look/ Actually see the things that people do, I'm rich but I keep it cool/ materialism not a thing for me to use and abuse but am capable...
I represent the green in Nigerian flag, now what the hell you mean by saying am proud, am black, am white/ agreed! We all the same sh** if we can't keep up the dream/ equality, justice, positivity, that's what we preach, do things that fit with good deeds and atleast increase peace cos knowledge is power and so is peace/ we got different characters on planet, some sanguine some melancholic/ a paronamic life we gotta live on the coverage of videos and pixels of pictures we live in every second cos we addicted to graphics/ I paint a portrait with my rapping, where the heck will I be if am not rhyming the right thing? The right thing is to have a food for thought when you writing/ whether you like it or not, you will soon be tagged oldskool, whether you're fresh or hot, the younger gotta take the spot, when the time comes, will I still be hot or cold? Oh I dunno/ possibly adorable, applaudable work that I left, oh give thanks to the Lord, bring a gla** and raise the cup/ I'm Raw Teknik, the industry is sticking a d**k in your an*s so you won't excel like Nkiru Sylvan*s/ they wanna make you cry for help, wishing you were in venus while on earth/ am ingenius with the verse, I rap like a born genius! The record label wanted me to come like a penis but am frustrated the way the game is/ my lil fame shoulda be turning to greatness, with some patience I gotta get it with my cadence/ preaching to the m**ms and christians possessed by legions of demons with a handful dedication of teachers/ we can help improve the religion and pa** it to the youth in the future/ boosting the features becomes an addiction, if it is a mission, I gotta stay alive to pa** it down to generation/ If you wanna get a price, you need to work harder in the midst of the strife/ God is your provider and this is why this song is not meant for you to cry or hala/ Its only historic that am doing in my prime with a valor/ This is Raw Teknik and am coming out to shine and my limit is more than the sky cos am not a star, am the combination of the whole planet, yea
Dad: Aii son, its ok, now I know you can rap but Nigerians wouldn't want to listen to that/ you know they love dancing their a**es out, so you gotta dumb it down!
Son: Alright dad! Thanks! Raw Teknik
Outro: Shoutout to my fans and fresh listeners, my producer Sammy I see ya
Big L rest in peace! Shout out to all the n***as keeping it real, this is hiphop! Raw Teknik, am out, peace!