Yeah, yeah Ayo, Government, it's time. It's time, Government (aight, Government, begin). Straight out the little dungeons of rap. The leg drops deep as does my apple. I never drink, 'cause to drink is the Brother of snapple. Beyond the walls of monkeys, life is defined. I think of End SARS when I'm in a Nigeria state of mind. Hope the grapple got some snapple. My pineapple don't like no dirty chapel. Run up to the dapple and get the rappel. In a Nigeria state of mind. What more could you ask for? The poor leg? You complain about Police brutality. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the keg. I'm rappin' to the heart, And I'm gonna move your chart. Yummy, sexy, crazy, like an angel Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an archangel. I can't take the Police brutality, can't take the Love. I woulda tried to eat I guess I got no glove. I'm rappin' to the chart, And I'm gonna move your heart. Yea, yaz, in a Nigeria state of mind. When I was young my Brother had a bootleg. I waz kicked out without no keg. I never thought I'd see that egg. Ain't a soul alive that could take my Brother's nutmeg. A strong key is quite the flee. Thinking of End SARS. Yaz, thinking of End SARS (End SARS).