Yankee Badaman!
I'm the king of the street,
Dem call me Gaga.
Yoruba rap flow,
Lyrically banger.
From the streets of Lagos,
I'm a true hustler.
I spit fire on the mic,
I'm a lyrics juggler.
No be by talking,
Na the work make the name.
When Badaman touch beat,
Everything go change.
Jigi jigi jaga!
CHORUS — YORUBA HEAVY / DARK CHANT
Jigi jigi jaga, rapper ọmọ!
Mi ò lè l'ẹ̀bọ!
Shara!
Àwọn temi, Ibadan dé Ikorodu,
Ọ̀gá lègò!
(Ikorodu Ọ̀gá lègò!)
Àwọn tó fún mi ní go-ahead,
kí n má carry last!
Mo dé, mo ti jáde tán,
Mo ń flow lórí beat.
Rap mi máa ń cast,
every bar complete!
Jigi jigi jaga!
Badaman no retreat!
VERSE 1
Badaman
Yaaa!
Jigi jigi jaga rapper,
mi ò lè l'ẹ̀bọ.
Mo ní flows,
Mo ní skills,
mi ò lè l'ẹ̀gò.
Mo lè para fún anybody
tó bá wà lórí beat.
Empty talent,
I no fit retreat.
One soldier standing
no be hundred mopol.
Mo gbóná gan,
wọn ń sọ pé
“Badaman, your flow!”
Back-to-back I drop am,
like say I don blow.
Every lyric in my verse
hit the booth like bullet.
When I step upon the stage,
everybody feel it.
I'm back to rule,
I'm back to overthrow.
I swear I go blow,
e go happen for sure.
Mo ń dé máa pe lórí stage,
I'm ready for the tour.
Àwọn tó underrate my rap,
dem go dodge.
Don't cross my lane,
I bring the hit!
Ọba ni mí,
palace mi,
crown fit the king.
Badaman!
CHORUS)
VERSE 2 — DARK TRAP
Wo!
I'm a hustler
with a big motivation.
Every move I make,
I'm building my foundation.
Counting stacks,
one day life go lavish.
Hustling for success,
I no go let am vanish.
Mo rántí nígbà tí kò sí anything,
tí mo ń f'ẹsẹ̀ já l'úbàtà.
Mo di alárìnkà,
moving through the struggle.
One shirt,
one pant,
one trouser.
No nigga wan mingle with me,
wọn ní mi ò lè ṣe àgbà.
But I kept hustling,
jigi-jigi-jaga!
Kí ló dé billionaire?
Ẹ sọ fún wọn pé
emi ni new rapper l'Africa.
One love,
one mic.
Ẹ má fi rap mi fẹ́lẹ́!
Fẹ́lá spirit in the blood,
but Badaman got his own sound.
From the local to the global,
I'm about to hold the crown.
CHORUS
Badaman
Jigi jigi jaga, badaman
