Baale Lyrics By Brymo & AQ

Baale Lyrics By Brymo & AQ 

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

Tell everybody to everybody

To tell everybody to tell everybody

Tell somebody to tell anybody

To tell every person, to tell everybody

For Baale house, I no think twice

For Baale house, I no think twice

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

100 percent love from my imaginary haters

Still trying to find the source of the leaks of Pandoras papers

Journalistic poetry, outer space is 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 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?!!

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