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The Street is Military (Cash Out Anthem) 1 by Egbe

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The Street is Military (Cash Out Anthem) 1

reggae,male vocals

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[Intro – Reggae Chant, deep voice with echo]
Uh huh, yeh…
The street be barracks, every man soldier,
Dis hustle na war, no retreat, no surrender…
Abakaliki to Enugu—
Two lions pon di mountain top…
Cash out, or fade out…
[Verse 1 – Skoolbag Metuseller (Abakaliki Businessman)]
skoolbag metuseller I think my voice is cracking war
Metuseller wey dey sell wisdom like stock exchange,
Street baptize me with fire, I no dey fear pain.
Abakaliki dust, na di powder wey crown my shoe,
Man dey carry bag but di bag dey carry truth.
Igbo kwenu! — ego ji okwu egbu mmadụ,
Ọ na-aka mma ka m jiri okwu kee ụzọ ndụ.
I dey see shadow, I dey hear coin drop for midnight,
Street whisper, “Ọ gaghị akwụ gị ụgwọ, ma ọ bụrụ na i no dey fight.”
skoolbag metuseller I think my voice is cracking war
Pikin dey hustle for garri like na Wall Street trade,
Blood on the floor but we dey upgrade.
Skoolbag sef na market, but na brain I dey sell,
Ọzọkwa ego bụ gospel, and I preach am well.
[Hook – Reggae/Chorus, both voices echoing]
The street is military—man must cash out,
No retreat, no fear, no drought.
The street is military—lion must roar,
East to di world, we dey open every door.
Cash out! (Cash out!)
Cash out! (Cash out!)
skoolbag metuseller I think my voice is cracking war
[Verse 2 – Fitted De Enugu Businessman]
I think my voice is not cracking war
Enugu coal fire, Fitted man blazing,
Money na prophecy, hustle amazing.
Dem dey call me calculator of the midnight grind,
Every street equation, na money I dey find.
I sabi dress code, fitted brain plus fitted suit,
But na street blood dey pump inside the root.
Boys dey hustle kpali, girls dey hustle sugar,
Na who wise go cash out, na who dull go suffer.
Street na barracks, na general I be,
I dey march with my hustle like artillery.
No be beans, no be play,
Na sacrifice dey pay—omo, no delay.
[Bridge – Reggae Chant, heavy echo]
Rastaman say…
From Abakaliki dust to Enugu flame,
Two generals dey march with di same aim.
If you no hustle, you go lost name,
For street battlefield—cash out, or shame.
[Verse 3 – Joint Cipher]
Skoolbag Metuseller:
Ọtụtụ mmadụ ga-asị, “ọ bụ jazz, ọ bụ scam,”
But we dey use brain dey write Psalm.
I put my life for ledger, na debit, na credit,
Street be like soldier code—no edit.
Fitted De Enugu:
Na why we dey preach cash out like last supper,
Bread and wine turn to coins, hustle proper.
From Ogui Road to Vanco Park,
Na street light dey guide when the night dey dark.
Together:
We be twin prophets of di concrete shrine,
Abakaliki to Enugu, na one bloodline.
Hustle be scripture, money be prayer,
Street is military, Jah be the Mayor.
[Hook – Reggae Chant, call & response]
The street is military—(Cash out or fade away!)
Every man soldier—(Cash out or fade away!)
The street is military—(Cash out or fade away!)
No retreat, no surrender—(Cash out or fade away!)
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