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Kwabrane

Donda

Coastal Drive

sentiments, memories, home. 

vocals by kwame write
beat by gafacci
mix by drumnayshin 
recorded in 21 ent studios, tema

lyrics:
dear maame dufie. i just lef joburg airport switch my phone from flight mode. immediately i miss diet from home. then i want transit go heathrow but the way e dey snow, be like ice block choke the sky road. abi you know say i dey joke. though i dey wear 3 coats, 4 trousers and nike shocks but still i dey fight cold. how be your health, how the shop, how life dey go. how be your siblings i'm missing them. hope dem dey mow. hope your uncle shun smoke. how be your 'nana ein stroke. last time I hide her crutches hope she no hold grudges, hope she take am as joke. but soak, in due time i go holla, i swear say i go drop the dust off my collar like that german borga who dey wear that fake prada. i know say you get trust issues. maybe because the thrust reduced. painting 'i miss yous' on the canvas of your heart. sakumono susan malouk make i be your basquiat. make i be the reason for your art. young akosua agyapong i dey imagine say you dey mime awo fremaa even though e be simple rapport. we dey sort the palava when you dey sort me palava sauce. in due time i go holla, my deborah vanessa, no be say you turn borla, i for go trap this dollar, chasing that kontomire so say my pocket no go make weak like mmire. i want blow like ecg socket no be play. no be osofo dadzie back in the day. the focus dey consecrate. the process be long but make we concentrate. for the borders dem confiscate my goods. no be say i just want miemia you. love be track wey i want collaborate plus you. in due time i go holla. make we block road for osu container or convene for cape coast. your mummy receive the akok) the easter time? for christmas make you expect some scape goat. young fatia in lycra, you dey turn op my gold coast. make you no retract like nkrumah's hairline. in fact during my spare time i dey gym my chest fine. i dey protract the day we go interact so say i no go face east nor west when i dey conduct. african spirited like wiyaala. make you dance timaya under my jalabia. your paddies dey drop enough salt, why dem from ada? i see say your instagram dey pop like k)mi chao. i see that selfie with elsie, be like you crop me out. but no doubt i follow for twitter wey I retweet like 40 ther about. our future crib go dey like cosby house. we go laugh tey with no asem. your body body chao. i want bock your house like jehovah's witness come share with you some good news. your mummy and poppy still dey get that mood blues? if i talk back them go talk say i be too rude but e be between me and you. in due time I go holla, make we kpe like black and white volta for gonja. we go dance agbadza wear agbada nti enkasa..life be hard, don't bore if by accident i borrow an accent. no offence, hope your poppy shun dey use that yawa okada, hope mahama shun that dumsor cantata. hope your neighbours shun that sumbor wahala. their rumours forming tumours in our new love but hakuna matata. make we daddy lumba this affection aiming for perfection with revolutionary yen tie obiaa vibes. i go drop like june, depending on the weather and also the kwacha, but probably sooner, so keep your heart and duna in a safe place. we go achieve great things together for wanna hay days. make i hear from you briefly. stay safe. yours vimfully, kwame. signed with the ink from the bottom of my heart

th(rust) issues

th(rust) issues [w. gafacci]

Child of the Lightening by Jelani, Wordlife: Tales of the Underground Griots

WORDLIFE: Levels of the Rain, by Jelani Nias

WORDLIFE: Northbound Train Introlude by S-Love (feat. G. Cambridge)

Oxford St.

LYRICS:

Because the universe is a case study misunderstood to be moving in reverse and you’re the source of a river 

Between a myth and a dream 
Between a lisp and a scream 

there’s something inside you that’s real 
that unravels something about we 

There’s a riot in your throat and untouchable stardust under your feet 
There’s a heartquake 3 ribs above your kidney and spring flowers under your tongue 
There’s a gated morgue roofed with tainted cloth in your memory and a century old moon beam running from ear to ear 
There’s a cultured chaos outsourced by raiders in the shelves of your shoulders and spontaneous sunlight wherever hair sprouts on your scalp 
There’s research for a singular vision, a particular mission, a unified theory before the mirror and swollen sense of music under your thumbs 
There’s a banner bearing words like divergent, contradictory, incoherent, paradoxical, delirious over your forehead and miles of miracles on your mind 

There’s something about being lost written all over the aquarium of your thoughts and there’s something about you that identifies itself as love
There’s a cornerstone of broken bones in your morning poems and there’s something about your trained touch that makes room for unheard aching voices 
There’s an impending cataclysm behind the liquid crystal screens of your eyes and untapped joy within the circumference of your jaws 
There’s a lawmaker colonizing all the rainbows around your nipples and untamed truth all over your tastebuds 
There’s this scientific, technological, and artistic reach for the minerals under your skin and the immortal, infinite, and selfsame sun you breathe 
There’s a tumorous archive of ghosts in your yesterday and God in your first morning gasp

About We (prod. Rice Master Yen, vox. Quayba)

Another release by  Knob Tuner Radio marking the seventh release. Produced by Fara Farai, sampling George Jara's Asor. Features from Addiction and Karina filling the song with ethereal vibes.

About We (prod. Rice Master Yen, vox. Quayba)

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