Asalamalekun

Asalamalekun... Yankee Badaman! Aaaaaah! Asalamalekun to my fans wey pray for my release — (pray for my release) Mo spray una love and peace — (let peace reign) To the haters and supporters, make the hatred cease — (make it cease!) I don come back stronger, I no dey stumble. Omo Ibadan rapper, mi ò lè fumble! Africa new rapper... Number one! Ah-ah-ah! Yeah! Yeah! [VERSE 1 — DARK DRILL] Asalamalekun! I'm repping Africa straight to the West. Omo Yoruba, Omo Ibadan, I represent Mo ń burst out with flows, no time for lament. Mo hustle with passion, this no be accident. Mo fẹ́ máa para lórí beat, mi ò lè relent. Mo ń sọ̀rọ̀ Yorùbá, mo sì lè sọ English. But when it comes to rap, English na my preference. I spit fire, every bar na evidence. I represent my people, this na my residence. Omo Yoruba, we dey shine bright. From the ghetto to the world, we dey take flight. If you see me for street, show me love. Asalamalekun! To every Yoruba blood, we go rise above! [CHORUS — CHANT / CROWD RESPONSE] Yankee Badaman! Aaaaaah! Asalamalekun, walekun salam! Èdè mi ni Yorùbá, mo ń fi n'rap! Wọ́n ní, “Mi ò smoke, mi ò drink, báwo ló ṣe fẹ́ rap?” From the days of Baba Fela, I dey freestyle rap. Asalamalekun to the niggas wey sharpen my brain. Asalamalekun to my fans wey pray for my release. Asalamalekun! Oya, e dab! Àwọn tó ń hate mi, wọn ní mo ń bad. Àwọn tó ń like mi, wọn ní mo ń rad. Bad! Rad! Yankee Badaman! [VERSE 2 — DEEP / CONFIDENT] Yeah! Bi mo ṣe ju vibe mi, inu àwọn fans mi dun. My enemies? Nothing you can do. I know some of una jealous of the success I pursue. But I won't let your hate turn my sky to blue-black mood. I keep grinding, keep shining bright. Mo ń ṣiṣẹ́ lójúmọ́, mo ń pray lálẹ́. Day and night. I'm reaching for the stars, I no dey lose sight. Asalamalekun to everybody wey dey show love. I appreciate your support, una dey lift me up. You fit talk, you fit doubt you fit hate my sound. But when Badaman enter beat, I shut the whole thing down. I'm the real Badaman