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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)

lyrics: 
* On this dirty patch A tree once stood Shedding incense on the infant corn * 

KWAME :
Where the tree once stood Be where resource removed Architects dem get self interest mek dem keep dema tools If Muslims dey enter the church dem fit leave dema shoes? Cleared historic sites Heritage indeed valued? 
Neo-colonialists exams dem dey leave us clues Athlete’s foot, corruption baton, rust relay Prophets name themselves, baptize in cash we pay Protestants protest, pick property, plunge for place Otabil’s cheese, church mice, the rats, the race 8 billion reasons to jail for fail in collapsed banks 
Sort of rot for comot Care of your thought tanks Things sinking, make e sink in corrupt hands Plate of Atewa, Chinese restaurant, our robbed sands 
Till last bauxite, oxidized, blow that chance Shoot yourself in foot, problem be you’re no island How loud be your silence How quiet be your sirens How poetic your license? 

* Its bows stretched across a heaven Brightened by the last fires of a tribe 
They sent surveyors and builders who cut that tree *

KWAME:
Open the Mecca of minds Dem say heaven be for beggars E dey like Sega for our kind Game all the same you dey kai dem memorable times 
Awoonor predict de cathedral Adjaye realized design If the church be inclusive mek e come with a shrine Make communion drip with voodoo vow, libate with wine Roofless parts, seal/ceil am with wonna histories and bind 
Your favorite rapper (hehe) rural tax payer’s tap, fill the gaps, make mural mask leaders have, spill your guts Crucial dem dey ask make we clap, still the trash Democracy not on the map Charismatic cats, charisma mathematics 
Calculate the facts Character of collective crooks Collaborate and grab 
Almost every street get church Check the basic stats Political bend down boutique They just frisk and pack Clustered kiosk, ghetto blaster, chop chapter, white cathedral, black market, demolition be rapture? 

* Planting in its place a huge senseless cathedral of doom * 

WANLOV: 
akufo addo and david adjaye wer masturbating moaning in british accents while debating addo's dwarf complex fantasized a holy erection to be designed by timid david in an aggressive section of a city that has more churches than teachers or dustbins wat a pity addo ejaculated on desk wer dust had been adjayi adjaye’s ashy palm rubbed shaft raw red testifying while cupping his testes dat he’d rather be dead to the discerning in the colony than having his cleansed fingered himself rectally giving speeches condensed with fecal matter sputtering doodoo voodoo into the ears of the public addo had tuned in listening twisting his pubic heirs to political thrones tinkin we owe dem coz was once daddy’s own  so far we hav sub par hypocritical clones how d most backward institution fit move we forward? priests with skeletal closets dey sniff infant pant in drawers make little sammy suck sweaty shrivelled sausages who's in charge to check if the mushroom sauce is jizz capitalistic oppressed by chairmen ironically cathedral dey mean chair men be trash men be trash men be trash herrr snub yor traditional religions and boro moni from those practicing theirs china Buddhist India hindu japan shinto ma guy take the holy water home to dilute yor vimto our real god is moni so we just dey use jesus do wana juju till am laid to rest like banton buju i go catch these panting catholic priests like waju is supposed to do  dey b the reason youth think gay love b fufu of baby pupu superior nuns molest young girls until the word supi homos night propagated from priests poking pupil poopy sam jonah john kuffuor and david kneel down sake of sir sell wana gold, land n now wana souls, but chale no sir auditorium reverb amplifying weezing breaths of pot bellied bishops jesus hated business in the temple yet church is just a very big shop stop jacking off in the cathedral otse tufle amen

Mud House Address

Cathedral

Kwame Write + Wanlov the Kubolor - Cathedral (prod. Drumnayshin, Mix. Wanlov)

Oxford St.

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.

Kwame Write + Wanlov the Kubolor - Cathedral (prod. Drumnayshin, Mix. Wanlov)

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