Dremo - Fela lyrics

[Intro – Fela iku'kula'po Kuti] My father was a Pastor; y'know, a Missionary And, everything had to be English We were not even allowed to speak Our country's language in schools They called it, language of the country They called our own languages, Vernacular English was the real language I had to speak in school So, everything was English My name is Ani'kula'po "Oluwa!" I have d**h, in my pouch. I can't die "Baba Nla!" They can't k** me "Turn up!" [Verse 1] Fela ti pada wa, I want to light up the Shawarma Two chains on, no shirts on n***as say cheese to the camera Two hands up in the air, like say you get yawa with Olopa Please don't try to interfere, when am getting cake like it's 15th of October Ani'kula'po, Kuti! .. Ani'kula'po, Kuti! Everyday na like my birthday, talkin'bout the government na my duty Fornication and adultery, Omo na big sin That's why you see me getting married to any kind of shawdy wey I give D! I'm simply that special type of guy, lat'Abeokuta Always wanna try new things I dey pull strings like I dey play guitar Typical African wey go study music for London, instead of Medicine I gat two things on, just my mic and my panties [Chorus] x2 Afro-beat .. High life! Smoking weed .. High life! 27 .. House wives! I dey do whatever I like [Bridge] Prrrrrr-rrrrrrr-rrrr! - yaah! "My name is Ani'kula'po Ara-ra-ra-raaa! .. Oro-ro-ro-rooo!" [Verse 2] Dey Shrine, Stoned! These rappers want my star cloned Green light, Go! Agree, you're f**ing with the right pro Omo Eckō, Omo Gbanko .. boy, I get it with my eyes closed Heard your record, sh** is whack though We just dey spread am like bar-code Cut it, cut it .. getting the paper with Bagco Bugatti Veyron o fast o, find me the one wey get Nitro Cut it, cut it .. burning tyre, burning weed up I roll up, it's the re-up, AB kush f**ing me up Got fresh goons, looking G'd up Girls take turn to beat the meat up Got fans that could die for me, and that's what I call true love [Chorus] x2 Afro-beat .. High life! Smoking weed .. High life! 27 .. House wives! I dey do whatever I like [Hook] Typical African wey go study music for London, instead of Medicine I gat two things on, just my mic and my panties Prrrrrr-rrrrrrr-rrrr! - yaah! [Outro - Fela Ani'kula'po Kuti] Music is the weapon Ara-ra-ra-ra; Oro-ro-ro-ro oo "This'a hell of a mission, this'a hell of profession Hate to so abort the mission, plan is to re-do the mission This'a hell of a mission, fantasy turn a profession This'a fun in profession, can't afford to fail the mission {Fela .. Fela !!}" x till fade Music is the weapon Music is the weapon of the future