@Kc Tyno My Untold Story
kc Tyno - my story is untold I come in peace Call me Kc Tyno, I like communication, but they choose the vibration See, if no be corruption, I for don build my mansion But now it’s all interrogation, constant investigation My bro, let’s call it celebration, even for this occasion. E get men wey I know, wey I no fit even mention All of them get their mansion, built on tension and invention Yeah, I remember when I joined men to bomb on a site No, it’s not Yahoo—but the vision looks amazing and bright. Things my eyes see, e dey make me wan go crazy I’m pushing everyday, tell them say I’m never lazy I only write my songs, but they say my brain is hazy I don do many things, my brother, suffer don whyn me. I don hustle tire, things I know, they plenty Experience for head bridge, Onitsha... I served as a boy but my Boss whyn me Travel go Bayelsa, I serve, I sell drugs, the scars plenty Wanted to join Military, but Mama say make I forget it. No one supports me, the street is cold and selfish Even the hardship for this Country, e dey make me confused and helpless But I stand strong! No shaking, I’m never breaking Suffer and hardship? I keep it moving, the throne is for the taking. Dem say boy keep silent, but my spirit dey holla Life na teacher, every scar na the scholar I don waka many miles, dust for my collar Chasing the dream, while I’m dodging the wahala. Verse: I remember Onitsha bridge, the sun dey bite my skin Serving a boss wey think say my future na for dustbin He chop my sweat, he think say he smart, he dey grin But God see the heart, Him know where the blessing begin. From the creeks of Bayelsa, where the water get oil To the streets of the Ghetto, where we sweat and we toil I carry drugs for pocket, just to put food for plate Momma say No Military, she fear for my fate She say Pikin, I no wan bury you before your time So I carry my pen, and I turn my pain into rhyme. Dem say I crazy? Omo, maybe I am In a world wey be jungle, you gats be the ram Corruption for top, e dey leak like a basket But my destiny big, e no fit enter casket. Chorus: Hustle plenty, but the pocket still light Hardship heavy, but I’m ready for the fight From the bridge to the trench, we no dey look back Even with the load, we still dey on track.
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kc Tyno - my story is untold I come in peace Call me Kc Tyno, I like communication, but they choose the vibration See, if no be corruption, I for don build my mansion But now it’s all interrogation, constant investigation My bro, let’s call it celebration, even for this occasion. E get men wey I know, wey I no fit even mention All of them get their mansion, built on tension and invention Yeah, I remember when I joined men to bomb on a site No, it’s not Yahoo—but the vision looks amazing and bright. Things my eyes see, e dey make me wan go crazy I’m pushing everyday, tell them say I’m never lazy I only write my songs, but they say my brain is hazy I don do many things, my brother, suffer don whyn me. I don hustle tire, things I know, they plenty Experience for head bridge, Onitsha... I served as a boy but my Boss whyn me Travel go Bayelsa, I serve, I sell drugs, the scars plenty Wanted to join Military, but Mama say make I forget it. No one supports me, the street is cold and selfish Even the hardship for this Country, e dey make me confused and helpless But I stand strong! No shaking, I’m never breaking Suffer and hardship? I keep it moving, the throne is for the taking. Dem say boy keep silent, but my spirit dey holla Life na teacher, every scar na the scholar I don waka many miles, dust for my collar Chasing the dream, while I’m dodging the wahala. Verse: I remember Onitsha bridge, the sun dey bite my skin Serving a boss wey think say my future na for dustbin He chop my sweat, he think say he smart, he dey grin But God see the heart, Him know where the blessing begin. From the creeks of Bayelsa, where the water get oil To the streets of the Ghetto, where we sweat and we toil I carry drugs for pocket, just to put food for plate Momma say No Military, she fear for my fate She say Pikin, I no wan bury you before your time So I carry my pen, and I turn my pain into rhyme. Dem say I crazy? Omo, maybe I am In a world wey be jungle, you gats be the ram Corruption for top, e dey leak like a basket But my destiny big, e no fit enter casket. Chorus: Hustle plenty, but the pocket still light Hardship heavy, but I’m ready for the fight From the bridge to the trench, we no dey look back Even with the load, we still dey on track.
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