Yeah...
Ooshe!
Naija to the world.
Badaman outside.
VERSE 1
Ooshe, mo gbọ́,
Gbogbo street ń lọ.
Beat gbóná, mo wọ̀,
Mo dìde, mo flow.
Big respect to the legends,
Wọ́n ti kọ́ road for the next men.
2Baba, D'banj — salute,
Wizkid, Davido — global proof.
Burna Boy, heavyweight,
Rema young king, elevate.
Olamide, street graduate,
Portable bring energy, no debate.
Tiwa Savage, queen on stage,
Yemi Alade, fire for days.
Asake bring Fuji flavour,
Fireboy melody, different paper.
VERSE 2
Mo mọ̀ pé gbogbo wọn ń hustle,
Kò sí superstar tó just dey settle.
Ọ̀pọ̀ ọdún, ọ̀pọ̀ level,
Now dem dey shine on another level.
Ooshe fún gbogbo artist,
Ẹyin ni inspiration for the next.
From Lagos to international,
Naija sound dey cross every border.
Mo jẹ́ Yoruba, mo stand proud,
Mo ń sọ̀rọ̀ gidi, mo no dey bow.
I respect the ones who paved way,
But Badaman still get his own lane.
No copy flow, no borrowed style,
Mo bring my own fire, my own profile.
Ọmọ Ibadan with a global vision,
Every bar carries my ambition.
VERSE 3
Ooshe fún producer,
Ooshe fún songwriter,
Ooshe fún DJ,
Ooshe fún every grinder.
Ooshe fún street,
Ooshe fún the youth.
Ẹni tó ń chase dream,
Keep walking with the truth.*2
Naija music don travel far,
From street corner to worldwide star.
We no need fight, we need elevate,
Everybody get space, everybody get gate.
Mo fẹ́ kí Yoruba rap rise,
Kí African sound touch the skies.
Mo fẹ́ kí my generation shine,
Without stepping on another man's line.
VERSE 4
Ooshe — for the ones before me,
Ooshe — for the ones beside me.
Ooshe — for the ones coming,
Your success no dey reduce mine.
Mo salute the whole industry,
Different sound, same energy.
But when Badaman touches mic,
You go know say Yoruba still get fire.
From Ibadan to the world,
Mo carry my language like gold.
No fear, no apology,
Omo Yoruba — that's my identity.
OUTRO
Ooshe...
Respect to the legends.
Respect to the new school.
Respect to every artist grinding.
Naija music to the world.
Yankee Badaman
