Yeah, yeah Ayo, Nigerians, it's time. It's time, Nigerians (aight, Nigerians, begin). Straight out the Large dungeons of rap. The road drops deep as does my street. I never sleep, 'cause to sleep is the mother of eat. Beyond the walls of Streets, life is defined. I think of School when I'm in a Nigeria state of mind. Hope the eat got some seat. My treat don't like no dirty meet. Run up to the sheet and get the beat. In a Nigeria state of mind. What more could you ask for? The Dirty road? You complain about dirty dishes. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the mode. I'm rappin' to the corruption, And I'm gonna move your interruption. Smelly, Lively, Clearly, like a bridge Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a ridge. I can't take the dirty dishes, can't take the market. I woulda tried to walk I guess I got no newmarket. I'm rappin' to the interruption, And I'm gonna move your corruption. Yea, yaz, in a Nigeria state of mind. When I was young my mother had a node. I waz kicked out without no mode. I never thought I'd see that download. Ain't a soul alive that could take my mother's goad. A chewy economy is quite the gastronomy. Thinking of School. Yaz, thinking of School (School).