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Onitsha Boi (Intro) 1 by Simon

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Onitsha Boi (Intro) 1

Rap,both vocals

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I be Onitsha Boi, blood hot like coil
I come from where dream dey boil
From market noise to muddy soil
We still dey chase peace inside this toil
I no come this life to impress
I dey speak my truth, no dey suppress
Dem say make I calm, say I dey vex
But na my story full like SMS
Ose Okwodu na my first stage
Where boys dey learn hustle for early age
You go carry tray, carry pain
Still return home without gain
We dey laugh with wound inside chest
We dey bleed but still wear vest
Street no be movie, na real script
We no dey skip scenes, we dey read grit
I see mama cry on public floor
I promise say e go better, even if poor
I carry ego but I still dey pray
Say one day, pain go fade away
My bars no dey sweet like sugar
E dey hit like slap for corner
I no dey rhyme just to shine
I dey rhyme to turn my hurt to sign
Dem go ask “who be this one again?”
Tell dem say na Onitsha pain
I no dey do this thing for fame
I wan speak for boys wey no get name
I don sleep for shop, I don bath for rain
I don waka miles for empty gain
But every step, I gather grain
Now I dey spit thunder wey burn like flame
Dem laugh when I talk say I go blow
Dem no know say seed dey grow slow
Now I dey pen bars wey dey save soul
From Ogbaru to GRA road
I sabi betrayals, I sabi scars
I sabi friends wey dey hide cutlass
I sabi fake smile wey no get heart
Still I dey move with silent charts
I fit smile but my eye still dey scan
Cos love dey switch like NEPA fan
I trust God, I trust my lane
I no trust face wey dey smile in vain
I be lion with microphone
I dey bite beats like bone
I dey speak wetin dey for zone
I be king but I dey walk alone
Dem dey form for city, I dey real for trenches
I no dey flex chain, I dey flex senses
If na pain be test, I don pass classes
I dey graduate from bleeding masses
Tell dem say na time go prove
Say real voice no dey need move
Na truth I carry like backpack
I no dey fear crowd, I no dey act
I be voice of ghetto, eyes of East
I be the hope for boys wey feast
On crumbs but still get dream
To light this world with Igbo stream
I be Onitsha Boi, born from dust
But I dey shine with holy trust
Na my time, I no go slow
Na my lane, I no go fold