Baale House

[Chorus: Brymo]
Tell somebody to tell anybody
To tell every person, to tell everybody
Dem carry matter go for Baale house
I no go, I no think twice
I no care, I no fit fight
I no be the one wearing disguise
Dem no dey think right

[Post-Chorus: Brymo]
Tell everybody to everybody, to tell everybody to tell everybody
Tell somebody to tell anybody, to tell every person, to tell еverybody, eh
For Baale housе, I no think twice
Your Baale house, I no think twice

[Verse: A-Q]
The hands on the clock is a quarter past infinity
God’s word’s forever, the music is God’s vicinity
All work for better as long I decree in this
Your ears will be blessed as you listen with gross indiscipline
Non-fiction, real life, not written with ink type
No genre this is whatever the fuck I feel like
For what you are about to witness this is your VIP invite
For all the mistakes man makes
I’m filling this with insight
Hundred percent love from my imaginary haters
Still trying to find the source of the leaks of Pandoras papers
Journalistic poetry, outer space it's a cold place
Hell on earth, Nigeria stays burning as it rotates
Try to speak on behalf of my people
Hoping it holds weight, no way
The bastards shot the messengers at the toll gate
Where do you find solace?, fashion statements with no taste
Price tag on my life, but my soul ain’t for the showcase
Lactose intolerant, but I’m a cereal kinda guy
Nasco for terrorism, no justice for the blind
Freedom for the woke, I’m on Dj Cuppy’s kinda time
Son of God, son of John my inheritance is shine
It’s heavy on my mind, circumstances behind my birth
Place in a country that greatly stifles the best and slowly kills of the rest
My only feeling of regret is looking at my passport and I’m thinking of self defense
The yahoo boys’ dealings and the ritual killings
Fake miracles and healings such a mutual feeling huh

[Outro: A-Q]
The hands on the clock is a quarter past infinity
God’s word’s forever the music is God’s vicinity
All work for better as long I decree in this
Your ears will be blessed as you listen with gross indiscipline
Non-fiction, real life not written with ink type
No genre this is whatever the fuck I feel like
For what you are about to witness this is your VIP invite
For all the mistakes a man makes
I’m filling this with insight