Intro 
Bizzy !!!! I thank Clem again, again & again for this one
I got a full a full house men, Africans

Verse 1
Africa dey go World cup -
oh yeah, oh yeah, we are'
Naija dey go World Cup -
oh yeah, oh yeah, we are'  [Samba]
Africa dey go World cup -
oh yeah, oh yeah, we are'  
Naija dey go World Cup -
oh yeah, oh yeah, we are'  [Samba]
From the sofa    
while we're watching soccer
we'll be going deeper, 
swinging like Janglover      [Samba]
Caterpillar, let's play Argentina 
Trumpet, Ta- 'Ta- 'Ti- 'Ta   !!!!!!
Africa got Samba

chorus
Mama Africa gat your back,..
oya ! oya ! show your swag
for your country wave your flag,...
oya ! oya ! wave your flag
take it to the left, right, 
centre, Take it high,.... (2x)

Verse 2
As i see your leg (3x) (girl oh!)
soon i notice say (3x) 
you want to play oh !! 
when she on it like Onazi,
she no fake it, she love the game oh
she no need pills, she got skills, like brazil, "Ok Sorry"
From the sofa 
while we're watching soccer
we'll be going deeper, 
swinging like janglova  [Samba]
Caterpillar, let's play Argentina 
Trumpet, Ta- 'Ta- 'Ti- 'Ta   !!!!!!
Africa got Samba

chorus
Mama Africa gat your back,..
oya ! oya ! show your swag
for your country wave your flag,...
oya ! oya ! wave your flag
take it to the left, right, 
centre, Take it high,.... (2x)


verse 3
Mr Drogba, Eto, teach them Soccer Good lesson 
Mikel, Gervinho, tamper justice with mercy, 
Toure, Wilfred, (with Mercy)
Kwadwo, Omeruo, (with mercy)
Ambrose, Moses, (We are ready)
Alex, Musa, (We are ready) 

Bridge
onye oh ? (4x)
Onye ga di ka Okocha (4x)
Onye ga di ka Okocha [chants] (4x)
We go party hard 
Kenya, Botswana, Uganda 
Gambia, Angola, Rwanda
Burundi, Somalia, [Mama Africa] we go party hard 
Togo, Lesotho, morocco 
Ethiopia, Gabon and Congo 
Soweto, Accra, Lagos


Chorus
chorus
Mama Africa got your back,..
oya ! oya ! show your swag
for your country wave your flag,...
oya ! oya ! wave your flag
take it to the left, right, 
centre, Take it high,....
(maka na ò soccer) (2x)

Samba (Wave your Flag)

Intro
Just scream (3 times) I want celebrate, i want jubilate, 
I want manyalate, let the beat play, D.J pon the replay,....

Verse 1
lets celebrate, Ladies in the house lets jubilate
press the button activate, its time for love lets kill the hate
get it right into your head and push for more like you're in bed
tell the bar man keep the change and keep them coming on the stage
I got cheese and got chicks so pass me those drinks
roll up like cups blend just light me some sticks
no pranks and no sleep like wake-keep no blink
we tussled lets bubble so what do you think ?
I want celebrate oooh, I want jubilate oooh
I want manyalate oooh, I want puff''ulate oooh
Let it go on, Let it go round, Let the beat play
D.J pon the replay,....

chorus 
TAKERE-WA, Takere, Takere, Takere  (3 times)
TAKERE-WA, Takere, Takere, Takere your body

Verse 2
See that figure eight, Am liking your waist
give me a chance, make that figure eight dance
started from the bottom now we on top of the world
Chilling all this bottles with models 
(home and abroad) Lasgidi, Hands up !!!!
Soweto hands up !!!! Let the beat play,
D.J pon the replay,.... Hands up !!!!

chorus 
TAKERE-WA, Takere, Takere, Takere  (3 times)
TAKERE-WA, Takere, Takere, Takere your body

bridge
My light shines like summer, so don't wake me up now
i go get am somehow and i go make the whole crowd scream !!!!
 
TAKERE-WA, Takere, Takere, Takere  (3 times)
TAKERE-WA, Takere, Takere, Takere your body
just scream takere (6x)........

Takere

Lyrics:

Ain't no devil on my porch 
I only bow in the Church
I only bow in the Church
I only bow in the Church


Verse 
Seasons come, and they go
But we keep mining for that shiny gold
In the summer, and winter cold
To run the town, first you got to walk its roads
Life's a good teacher but bad dad
Even when it grounded me I never bowed down
Fell asleep a boy woke up a man
I love life, but am not a fan
One chance, so much to fight for
Just make a leap on something worth dying for
Yeah I came, I took it, and grabbed it tight
When everyone left, I just made it right
Hallelujah! I bow to no crook
It takes only church and the Holly Book
Everywhere I looked I found none
It`s empty, you're empty I`m done

Hook
I Look as far as my eyes can see
I try to reach it but it`s so far from me
I`m speechless so why don't you hear?
What I`m not saying

Verse 
I left her overseas sailing
Hail Mary that was mama's feeling
Like Jesus will another son be crucified
Left her with no answer and state of mind
Cause I`m the type and the state of kind
I vow not to bow, fuck the outcome
If I get fucked trying, that's the income
Live for what I believe,..Mr. Malcolm
Wasn't born a soldier, life made me one
Never bowed down for anyone or weapon
Victory or death got to choose one
'Bowing down' has never been an option
Yeah! from the streets, made it overseas
From overseas, made it to the beat
And from the beat, my odds against defeat
Went from 0 to 60 in a heart beat

Hook

Outro
Let the scars tell the story of the rise to my Glory
Money talks funny, Money makes Money
Pain, I walked through the rain, I`m thankfull 
I work hard, I Play hard... I only bow to God

Church

Nasty lesbie its about time that you show me
I wanna be part of your movie,.. (be part of your movie)
Trust me baby, you're exactly where you should be
You're the Lead star in my movie (the Lead star in my movie)

Verse
(Slow), stripping your clothes off
Marvin in the background, (turned on)
My hands are speaking to you,... (body language)
Tasting that clit, oh! I'm`a do some damage
Solving your chemistry mad scientist mode
Dig deeper and deeper for that pure gold
Legs on my shoulder, for now more is less
And I love it when you moan..
I run my fingers on your spine while I bite your lips
You run your fingers through my hair (while I work my hips)
i'm`a drive you slow, make your kitty sing
Cause in the morning you're still my sexy thing

Hook 
Sexy thing, cause you`re my sexy thing, sexy thing, sexy thing
Sexy thing, cause you are my sexy thing, sexy thing, sexy thing
Sexy thing, sex-sexy thing, sex-sexy thing, sex-sexy thing
Sexy thing, sex-sexy thing, sex-sexy thing, sex-sexy thing

verse
Turn it up, this is a porn song
She cums with me (can my girlfriends come along? )
I`m gon`a hit that ass, while we hit that bong
Like a quarter back, ( I love it when you go long )
I get fucking hyper and she gets fucking active
When I bite her and she screams..she`s so attractive
I`m a classic guy, I got a mission for you
Though missionary has never been an issue for you
I lick your earlobe work my way down your chest
But when I`m done you know I`m off to the next
One, two, three, blips on my radar
A pussy machine, a pussy terminator

Sexy thing



Lyrics:

Verse
Buzz buzz! my picture on your phone
Night falling, over the streets of Rome
I know I fucked up, I know I did you wrong
But you were gone so fast like a catchy song
Took a look out the window and I saw a pack
Of heart craving vampire hiding in the dark
Looking for some pretty hearts with bloody red lips
Watch out for the bite cause the clock ticks
Might feel right for a sec, but the pain
Feels like a thousand sharp blades stuck in your brain
But I`m`a be there, to catch you when you fall
So press the button baby and take the fucking call

Hook
Night has fallen, guard your soul
Don't ever let your feelings show
Before they make you loose control
vampires always make you bleed
As they take on the night
They will take on your life
So watch out for the Bite baby!


Verse
You build walls around your heart...start the timer
Doesn't matter though I`m a good climber
I take the night make the sun rise like a light dealer
So watch out for the bite M.J, Thriller
The devil wants your soul but your soul is mine
Got to see with the naked eye a thousand thin lines
They hunt blood, I hunt blood hunters
Bottom line, it`s a battle line but you'll be fine
might feel right for a sec, but the pain
feels like a thousand sharp blades stuck in ur brain
but ama be there, to catch you when u fall
S.O.S..Save Our Souls... just take the call

Hook


Vampire ft Troy Mont


Lyrics:

Verse
I let my ink bleed on these white papers
`till they can fetch me back some papers
Left alone, world of isolation
So i'm writing Mr.Future... conversation
I jumped into life in the mid 80's
Don't want to jump like late babies
Fighting for a name, not like new babies
If had seen a bit of you, I probably wont write this
Let me pretend you'll reply to this and keep mailing till you notice
Been dreaming about my future in showbiz
Want to know how long `till I fulfill this
if I will never get close be kind here
Knock me down, so I can quit the fight here
But if I live as the days keep coming 
I don't need you to keep fighting

Hook
I see what you`re trying to do
Seems like all my life I've been running from you
But no,
You won't knock me down, 
I`m on my way now X2

Verse
Now I`m off school, I`m a bit confused
Insecurity got my feelings bruised
Stuck between options, scared of choosing
Starving for the best, can`t taste loosing
Directions all up in my face
But they seem blocked like witch maze
Not clear, foggy like a summer haze
Think I need your help to get the right ways
Like heaven I desire to be with you
Heaven means faith, I don't know about you
I`ve been working it out just to feel you
Now I think you are deaf and dumb I`m`a leave u!
Every fight to survive is worth fighting
And that's the only thing that keeps me writing
Lately, you been running from me, how could you ?
I'm`a keep fighting see you in the future

The Future ft Chiara


Verse
We be dropping in the club like Boom!
I`m like a smoke bomb filling out the room
Bartender! two rums with coke
Shit`s about to blow up yeah! you know we dope!
Them girls be throwing up their hands when I step on stage
They love me from the bar-girl to the ladies in the cage
I love the way you shake it, the way you drop it to the floor 
The way you`re screaming `till your lungs get sore
I told you money talks funny, money makes money
My life's like a song, sing along honey!
Great minds fuck each other, cause they think alike
That's why when you're around them boys be like


Pre-hook
ooooh ooooh We gon`a light this place up, liquor fuck your face off
ooooh ooooh This is a stick up, so put your muther`fucking hands up!

Hook
Now drop it !! drop it !! This is a stick up, hands up! drop it! 
yoo!! drop it !! drop it !! This is a stick up, hands up! drop it!
Yoo! Drop it! Drop it! Drop it! Yo Dj make that shit drop!
Pop it! pop it! pop it! All the girls them!
Drop it! drop it! drop it! drop it! drop it! drop it!
All the Girls them!

Verse
She's watching me, mami come closer!
Bizzy goes all, dude I know her, I saw before, she's a freak
She comes here every week with her clique
Her moves, so sick, Tequila like lick- lick!
Yeah! it`s on, the mic, the vibe
Aight! we gon`a light up the club!
Someone tell the Dj to pump up the Sub
And roll up some bud, we be high as Fuck!
ooooh! Now take it home bro, make it bounce
After party at the house, no effect, no cause
We`re having fun, without button for pause... what!?

Hook,...

Drop it ft General Ricky

Lyrics:

Verse
Lie's a sweet pill, pain killer
Truth is cold, so bitter
Hate's awake, Love`s on her knees
Demons, Devils, broken dreams
Bloody scene life's cornered
Material Bitch!.. yoo! Madonna
She wants to fuck me but our love's platonic
Cloned with smiles when our hate is chronic
Oh my GOD! Dan has a plan
Then he splits, when shit hits the fan
Then he meets Dana and have a tan
And act all black like he Wu'Tang Clan
Man !! Fuck this shit got the pieces to the puzzle but they dont fit
Man !! Fuck the drama it`s all money and power, karma

Hook
Feel down it`s fake life
Seen through a fake glass
For money, fame and high class
Do right and get left outright
Force the truth, get life discount
Target`s now meet with bullets
Love`s suffocated, No breath!
Love's beneath Cause love is dead
Love is dead! 

Verse
Visualize, it`s all televised, analyse open your fucking eyes 
Sometimes you get traumatized then you realize,
Who will rise, wise, I spin the dice.. what I see?
it`s the paralyzez, been antagonized by the recognized 
And they recognize the victimized
My Holly Jesus Christ, leaders turned Antichrist
Shed blood to systemize, poor ones pay the price, 
Life's now stigmatized the wise realize
Love was sometime dimised fake has been compromised
Journalists turned terrorists, pacifists, comunists
Tic-tact-tic bomb detonates, oh my God! who's next?!
More or less we`re the cause, we are cursed, yeah of course 
it`s time to leave this earth, it`s so fucked! and head for Mars

Fake

Lyrics:

Verse
You get me high, the way you crack it
You`re a real show, got the proof to back it
Hot!..... hot! the way you clap it
So make that ass clap, clap clap again
Pardon my insane... mistake
Think I know your name,.. earthquake
She said she wants to move in be my room-mate
Be my cherry on top and the whole cake, 
The way you Shake it, the way you work it, 
The way I sing it makes you, swing swing swing
The way you twist it, the way you role it
The way you`re looking at my bling bling bling
You wanna lick it you got to have it
All you have to do is ring, ring, ring 
ring, ring, ring and take it down low

Hook
take it down low, you take it down low

Verse
Down low you do it so well 
Let me see you work that double X.L
cause that ass rings a bell 
Saw you last time, are you the same girl?
Skill to kill with a killer blouse 
Clevadge,.. no Run's House 
Million dollar ass...check it out! 
Shake it, take it down south
The way you Shake it, the way you work it, 
The way I sing it makes you, swing swing swing
The way you twist it, the way you role it
The way you`re looking at my bling bling bling
You wanna lick it you got to have it
All you have to do is ring, ring, ring 
ring, ring, ring and take it down low

Take it down low

Lyrics:

Verse
Voliamo non h`ai paura
Il boss e qui,.. Hallelujah !!
Sono fly, and I don't ride solo
Airforce 1 yeah! check out my logo
Ya'all already know the fucking motto
And when you call you know it 'Not today uomo!'
My space shuttle sings higher then soprano
Crack some bottles fuck some models all Italiano
Like am shooting scenes, you want to get a role
From selling tickets now I sell my own show
Owww!...you can call this nigga mogul
So cool, that first class uuhh?! yeah! High school!
That's why you crooked like the tower of Pisa
While I`m just passing by like 'peace huh!'
Get off my dick honey! I don't speak your tongue
I talk money fluent, now play that fucking song

Hook
Voliamo ! Voliamo !! Voliamo!!! Lets fly Away!!
Voliamo ! Voliamo !! Voliamo!!! Lets fly Away!!

So Far Away

Verse
E il volo dell'ira, dai popoli con cui conspira 
E aspira a fondere le basi su una guerra preventiva
Dieah Bro Bad Ass come Nass Street 
Discipline, Devil's & Dust come Springsteen 
In via definitiva è l'odio che prevale e sanguina, ti ruba l'anima chiave
Di volta in questa storia sapida che impavida, 
Avida, gravita se può ti succhia il sangue in ogni stilla e si congratula 
Nei libri scritti a mano del Corano, del Vangelo e della Cabala 
Infabula e confabula e il sangue si coagula
Libera dal senso di colpa, libera coscienze in questo senso di rivolta
E se vivere è decidere è già un crimine reprimere, 
Quegli uomini che arruolano coscienze per uccidere

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