[male
vocals] (
Talking
drum
rolls)
Omo,
the
city
dey
hot...
Everybody
dey
grumble,
everybody
dey
look
But
who
give
the
order?
Ehen,
see
gobe!
My
people
loyalling,
day
by
day
struggling
We
dey
move
through
the
fire,
we
dey
keep
on
shuffling
Grumbling
in
the
corner
while
the
leaders
dey
play
Forcibly
smiling
with
the
frenemies
wey
dey
stay
Politicking
every
day,
promoting
all
the
pain
Suffering
in
our
communities
like
heavy
rain
Weaponizing
poverty,
keep
the
masses
for
the
cage
Writing
all
the
history
on
a
bloody,
broken
page
Tell
me,
who
give
the
order
to
shoot?
Who
give
the
order
to
kill?
Blood
for
the
gate,
but
you
dey
stay
still
Who
give
the
order
to
shoot?
Who
give
the
order
to
kill?
You
hostage
the
poor,
you
dey
seek
for
the
thrill
Who
give
the
order?
Hostaging
the
masses,
yeah
you
holding
them
down
Selling
all
our
futures
for
the
gold
and
the
crown
But
the
streets
dey
watch,
and
the
street
no
dey
sleep
The
promise
you
make
is
a
secret
you
keep
From
the
Danfo
to
the
market,
the
tension
is
high
Underneath
the
heat
of
the
Naija
blue
sky
We
survive
on
the
hustle,
we
survive
on
the
grace
While
you
laughing
in
the
villa
with
a
plastic
face
Tell
me,
who
give
the
order
to
shoot?
Who
give
the
order
to
kill?
Blood
for
the
gate,
but
you
dey
stay
still
Who
give
the
order
to
shoot?
Who
give
the
order
to
kill?
Who
give
the
order
to
shoot?
Who
give
the
order
to
kill?
You
hostage
the
poor,
you
dey
seek
for
the
thrill
Who
give
the
order?
No
dulling,
the
truth
e
go
come
to
the
light
Even
for
the
darkness,
we
go
see
through
the
night
Power
is
fleeting,
but
the
spirit
is
strong
We
go
stand
for
the
right,
we
go
fight
for
the
song
Tell
me,
who
give
the
order
to
shoot?
Who
give
the
order
to
kill?
Blood
for
the
gate,
but
you
dey
stay
still
Who
give
the
order
to
shoot?
Who
give
the
order
to
kill?
You
hostage
the
poor,
you
dey
seek
for
the
thrill
Who
give
the
order?
Who
give
the
order,
oga?
See
the
blood
for
your
gate
Make
you
no
tell
me
say
you
no
know
E
don
do,
e
don
do... (
Fade
out
with
talking
drum)