I got back with my partner in rhyme, Tulip and we wrote and recorded this on the spot. It's titled, Trapped.

Written by Gil Scott-Heron, Moses 'Illgod' Babatunde and Frank 'Tulip' Isaac.
Produced and Mixed by Moses 'Illgod' Babatunde.

Below is the lyrics for you to rhyme along. Enjoy.
https://genius.com/Illgod-nigeria-trapped-lyrics

Trapped Lyrics

Tulip:
I'm stuck in this place, eyes real low
Listening to Big lecture me, life we chose
Gotta make it out big man she got no soul
Try or die we're all in nowhere to go
'nother day, another dream dies, it's all the same to me
And barely we sleep, be ducking police
The whole nation is a joke man
Ask anybody you know, omoguy, maka why?, we no dey feel fine
Na only God, wey dey see, when I'm on my knees
Forget where the story ends, this is where it begins
If u're listening to this, one day we're gonna win
We're trapped in the same cell, they won't let us be
Uh, It's no greener, beyond the walls
Politicians dey thief but na we dey run, (na wa)
Why the boys no go carry gun?
Why the girls no go collect for every turn?
We're stuck in between, hell and a hard place
Looking for the money like hell it's a rat race
We might push back we had more than enough
Ask anybody you know the sea dey rough



Illgod:
These days - quiet and tranquil.
Did gain taijiquan skills,
But got tired o' my quill.
On my block, Its my will to always,
Scribble em new ways
'fore peops living their dooms-days.
For keeps? Fit you the whole kit -
and boodle
Do duck from the 'Through Yous'.
Sometimes the oomph stops,
So I - notice the rooftops.
Chill then, for the children I'm -
hoping the soots stops.
Erasing so hard, the paper tears.
Here's a merely inked piece,
hermetically sealed,
for fiends that steadily dreamed o' great careers;
but they were deferred.
Like the pauper, hung by -
A noose of net arrears,
In a Keke Napep,
Tryin' ta make the pepper rest,
Treading that paper trail;
Do persevere.
A beggar lies in drains.
A target for the flies.
Politics and lies -
We ghettoised (get to eyes) like do xecotcovach.
I crept a warpath,
Surviving pains and blood baths
- Sheba.
Say a prayer for Leah Sharibu,
And her captors at Sambisa.
Law o' Sharia? No resemblance.
Just a, buncha warheards at bomb sites;
Like Nova Zembla.
Fuck your agenda.

Single

Trapped (f. Tulip)

Oyedele blends rap and a host of other music genres; his influences, fluttering, as his flow on keenly crafted beats.
With so much soul to offer, Oyedele is determined to stand as the last frontier for artistry— unmoved, unshaken, lasting. 

He blooms, carefully.

Each play is a step closer to getting out of the hood.

Tafa Truth is a thorough rapper with heavy reliance on lyricism. Influences are a plethora including DMX and even the highlife King Ebenezer Obey.

Trapped (f. Tulip)

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