Vector – Crown of Clay ft M.I Abaga & Pheelz

It’s why no one can ever take this sound away

Took me to the water sat me down to pray
And right there by the river to the sound of pain
Form the mud he fashioned

Welcome to the blood line of the black kings
Real life black scenеs
The Black church black thought black sins
Uganda Bobi wine magazines

Nеws flash but old news like since
We can’t speak Judge me my genes

A’n soro soke, s’an gbo loke? Quite mean
(We are speaking up are they listening up)
But you can’t hold the voices
This is CLUBHOUSE

I’m African and blessed

I hold it down even when I face stress
The kind of punches wey fit make your face press
I mean if life is a bitch then this is sex

It’s Big Dick energy when I flex
I think them scared of me is my guess
What’s beef to a man from the west? Cowboy
Heart to a man with the chest? How boy?

Treasure wey I carry deep within
But society in getting in-between
The thing long like many limousines
But I dey King no dey japa

People of opobo This King ja ja
Story of a slave to a king

Barrack boy wey dey relate many things
No be ahsawo if I mate many queens
You see this crown of clay’s really a thing King

Instinct only got the grind in my system
Many water pass wey for down men
Nothing shake the strength of a black man
Black man in in me

Blood of my forefathers in me

Steady chasing that paper daily
Orishirishi men dem be tryna
But odeshi dey for my black skin
You see the young kings
Odeshi de for my black skin

Yo M.I
Welcome to the blood line of black queens

Who birth the black dream
From their black hips then covered us with black wings
Women with heart of a king like drag queens

My mother told me wash your head in the black streams
For the soil on which you toil has gasoline
Born in the water the fire that steam
By the river side where niggas dey high the grass green

If they mess with you they get one eye like black beans

The Ancestors are starting to speak more loudly
Proudly I listen to what they saying about me
We all sinners
But God was in us before the sent us on slave ships
And consecrated Israel and Saudi

That means our villages are holy grounds
Traditions and our names they all are holy sounds
The wealth that’s in our continent was stolen out
But what they going do with me when they can’t control me now
(Arhhh)

When I rap is like the Sun go dark
I discovered hidden flows tell me who the fuck is mungo park?
White supremacist? shht uncle park
You talking to a Black King with a disgruntled heart
My nigga king

Instinct only got the grind in my system

Many water pass wey for down men
Nothing shake the strength of a black man
Black man in in me

Blood of my forefathers in me
Steady chasing that paper daily

Orishirishi men dem be tryna
But odeshi dey for my black skin

You see the young kings
Odeshi de for my black skin