[Verse 1: Plasthic Slash] He tied the knot, soon got the end of his tether Now there’s a tug of war for some percent of his cheddar Walking a tight rope, she sure skip with kids and property Unathletic, she only jumped the broom to ease her poverty Big dude that wrestle niggas like Bam Bam do Plus he could throw hands and legs like Van Damme’s crew Recall when they had a fight and him land am two And that knot they tied looking like a hangman’s noose She a hoe with schemes or so it seems No one cares that she gave up her own hopes and dreams She got roped in by the culture plus mummy was so broke The alimony? They’re saying it’s money for old rope When he cuffed her, she was hoping on Stockholm Syndrome That things would get heavenly like God’s own kingdom But love never blossomed, Cupid savage as well Even for a match made in heaven, truly marriage is hell [Hook: Samflow] Don't even think about it Don't ever get married Once you do, it's already too late [Verse 2: Plasthic Slash] We were closer when we weren’t stuck together Open relationship where we could fuck whomever Used to kiss the sky, flyness that ruffled feathers Now we misty-eyed from all what we’ve weathered We said I do to a young outspoken preacher Quoting scriptures, our album holds his picture Love boat sinking, I should be coasting with ya I ain’t crying over spilt milk but the broken pitcher For better for worse, forever a curse If I had my druthers, weddings would never occur Muttered at the altar, should have never uttered a word It's got me by the throat like when I slaughter a bird Asking ourselves, “Should we say so long or go on?” Happily married is an oxymoron We could go from acting like we were forced to be parents To spinning yarns, airing dirty linen at custody hearings [Hook: Samflow] Don't even think about it Don't ever get married Once you do, it's already too late [Outro: Samflow] 'Cause when you do It's too late to turn back Too late to turn the hands of time No no no So don't do it, don't do it Oh

[Verse 1: Plasthic Slash] What came first, the chicken or the egg? Who should run this earth, the living or the dead? We take cues from a pool of dudes who didn’t know better When we should be racking our brains to change the old era Gender equality, let it shape the zeitgeist Women ain’t property, terminate the bride price Scrap traditions that disinherits your daughters And see many more become seasoned medics or lawyers First class graduate, first class plane tickets But a second class citizen when she pays visits Some forced to prostitution, at the mercy of pimps Let bias in the constitution be the first we amend On my side of the fence, I can see it’s greener Beat a man it’s a felony, beat a woman it’s a misdemeanor Damn! This needs more time than a sixteen takes 'cause most need a learning curve 'fore they can think straight [Bridge: Samflow] Let’s go for it, we’re all stakeholders in this It got to be, cannot run away from it What is good for him should be also good for her Gotta find a way to get that, gotta find that way together [Hook: Samflow] Let’s get started, prejudice against our women’s crazy Sadly, we all see examples of it daily Largely, the bias against our woman’s crazy Stop it, what we should do, should do, ay! [Verse 2: Roth B The Maverick] Why does a woman, fight for her gender equality? Varying motives, no agenda equality For one, she's against the misogynists Another was ditched, jilted, and she's been hurting since Feelings caused a lot of ill response Righteous anger on the match with the fury of being scorned Strength in numbers made a case for improvement But the love for progress brought hate to the movement Halt! What they raising up, you see, are red flags Brazilian butt lift, shaping up to be a set back Would be fucked up to cut short a just cause Just 'cos your love was crushed up and brushed off Some just want less consequences for cheating But some really want a set of better conditions What's good for a gander is good for the goose? When what's good for Amanda, na cruise for Uju [Bridge: Samflow] Let’s go for it, we’re all stakeholders in this It got to be, cannot run away from it What is good for him should be also good for her Gotta find a way to get that, gotta find that way together [Hook: Samflow] Let’s get started, prejudice against our women’s crazy Sadly, we all see examples of it daily Largely, the bias against our woman’s crazy Stop it, what we should do, should do, ay! [Outro: Roth B The Maverick] In this sense, equality is not mathematical But no one is greater than, no one is less than We are all equal to You and I, she and he, we and them We are one team, though we play different sides of the pitch, different positions We are one team, never forget that Be your brother's keeper but also your sister's defender We are all equal to. Love

[Verse 1: Plasthic Slash] Naija’s issues will have you slugging brandy to brain Till you’re shitfaced like Andy Dufresne Incompetence is rooted in our federal character The current president is its general avatar Downsizing happens everyday It costs an arm and a leg to get severance pay Bros take sides while the whole place dies The irony of these cowards telling bold-faced lies Defending herdsmen when we know them evil Invaded Tuface’s state, killed innocent people Politics a dirty game like mud wrestling That’s a fact not just what I’m suggesting They rob us blind like a drapery heist Then rapidly burn bread not the bakery type You still expecting change? No be today They’ve turned their backs on us like brides about to throw the bouquet [Hook: Plasthic Slash] Nigeria is a bastion of children abuse Lecturers stressing students in schools Chinmark got your money and the rent is due You screwed, who them deceive na him lose Nigeria is a bastion of children abuse Lecturers stressing students in schools Chinmark got your money and the rent is due We screwed, who deceive na him lose [Verse 2: Plasthic Slash] Parents beat kids to a pulp when angry Y’all should be charged with assault and battery Wrong for acting like you alien to human rights I should mind my biz like apiarists do and thrive Everyday the maladies increase We wage war so we can get our salaries in peace Things should get easier not more difficult You ja, we bet naija, how we go do if e cut? Masturbation, safe sex wey no need latex Let gay people be, go ahead and make checks I know say you dey vex, acting holier than thou How? When you treat people like they’re lowlier than cow You feel uncomfortable when the criticism touch you Just politics, abi? Let this lyricist indulge you They down to loot so they hiring thugs Found some youths who bound to shoot like firing squads [Hook: Plasthic Slash] Nigeria is a bastion of children abuse Lecturers stressing students in schools Chinmark got your money and the rent is due You screwed, who them deceive na him lose Nigeria is a bastion of children abuse Lecturers stressing students in schools Chinmark got your money and the rent is due We screwed, who them deceive na him lose

[Intro: Plasthic Slash] Best believe MHP was high On some Acapulco Gold when he made this beat [Verse 1: Plasthic Slash] Legalize it and let my niggas get high On a late night flight, check and see the red eye Aggressive hustling plus THC escapism Day blacks love black is the day we end racism In the Cannabis race, Lesotho led the continent Time to take that bold step, Nigeria never confident Company executives to the young ballers in the streets Missing out on a forty billion dollar industry When fuel scarcity bites and politics deceive the brains Of our people, smoke that sour diesel to relieve the pain Do Delta 9 tetrahydrocannabinol You’ll never find better time to hammer it raw Let’s grow it legally for paper, man after all na bigger checks And it’s much safer than alcohol and cigarettes Tobacco use na lame stage, try to turn a new leaf And we’ll be on the same page, time to burn a few spliffs [Chorus: Plasthic Slash] Let my niggas smoke the weed when they wanna get high High! High! [Verse 2: Plasthic Slash] If you think I won’t advocate weed at every chance Then you’ve lost the plot like those native Americans Sativa is treatment for anorexia And a jumbo more harmless than a can of Beck’s beer So keep smoking kush like Sudanese bushfires Gateway drug? Ha! Look at these huge liars Anorexics know it be sparking up the munchies Those that disparage it are barking up the wrong tree Blow’s not in same class as coke, let’s settle that This is not a case of pot calling kettle black Don’t beat around the bush, get the bong and the shredder Wamese does haze when he’s feeling under the weather If they add medical kush to his treatment regimen That’s him having a dose of his own medicine I feel a rush when a hoe lights indo God save the queen when I start to smoke white widow [Chorus: Plasthic Slash] Let my niggas smoke the weed when they wanna get high High! High! [Verse 3: Plasthic Slash] Laughter’s the best medicine but ganja is a close second Splif a day keeps medics away from your whole section Run through the rizla till its empty case we holding up Mixing these songs while MC Lace is rolling up Still got one eye on the green, heterochromia My niggas fear no herbs, no pteridophobia Fuck what pastors say, Puff puff pass the jay It’s bugging me why some keep hogging trees like a tarsiers Know some Uniport chics that bless kings with nice head And their weed brownies be the best things since sliced bread Ella from the Phillipines, I peel her jeans, cum too fast Nothing beats canadian loud, Avril Lavigne on full blast So light one up and get in bed with the spouse I don’t deny that some bud smokers got their head in the clouds But I got impetus to say there is no sweeter thrill to fallow That the drug still illegal is a bitter pill to swallow [Chorus: Plasthic Slash] Let my niggas smoke the weed when they wanna get high High! High!

[Verse 1: Illgod] Opted to be woke, whether by apnea or mopes Took red pills, though unsettling's where the rabbit hole goes Rabid at most, sheer dogged to near sordid, it's therianthropic Like shifting forms o' the outer calms and the inner conflicts Not into chronic, spoiled's the path to Kalakuta We live and let live, no oil baths or thalaikoothal Terror will spread when the elderly dead And to perceive's a pet peeve when you barely prepared Mentally edged, godbody with the fitting trilemma Mad, bad or God, I'll leave the picking to my haters Who are quick to deny greatness [even] if it fits in a fly blazers Y'all are ass as my Nicki Minaj cravings I'm bold I'll win or land a bloom to bring me roses Uphold the king, as y'all make room for Simba's glories Heterodoxy, hardly in line with hypnosis Been grim, skin thinged, Harlequin-type ichthyosis [Hook: Plasthic Slash] Teams will scatter and dreams get shattered and Queens still chattering, memes get madder than Diogenes, all day rhymes show the pattern Don’t die on your knees, always mind over matter [Verse 2: Plasthic Slash] Whether it’s peace or war, maintain ruggedness Life’s a bitch, gotta tackle it with doggedness That’ll turn a basket case to a great hooper Time to give him his flowers, I mean the late bloomer If existence was a bed of roses, he’d have dysania Check what his head composes, and spot the mania He’s Ibo, mum's an ill widow, she still schizo Since a lil kiddo, he’s had skills to kill Izzo Used to sip wine when his mates would spill Milo Now he’s married, but got enough babes to fill Shiloh Still life steadily hard and painful like priapism He once tried to dance with the devil but he lacked rhythm A modern day Paul, tradition couldn’t shackle him Plus he wrote letters filled with points like an acronym Told him break a leg, he fell off the stage and it shocked us Fervent, treat as urgent like A&E doctors [Hook: Plasthic Slash] Teams will scatter and dreams get shattered and Queens still chattering, memes get madder than Diogenes, all day rhymes show the pattern Don’t die on your knees, always mind over matter

[Verse 1: iamMHP] Yo! I should be physically home, not faraway tryna get me a bone It's a long life to live my man just get a hold So I formed a resistance and I get in the zone Birthing these words and caress em in gold I'm a professional so, I suppose I gots to lead Turn these boys to men as they compete Out here yo it's war in these streets, we need to eat Subliminal shots you hop out you're six feet I know you see me, all day acting up I come with the truth my sound stay racking up I just back it up with the work I bring Serious tip, international thing And the world will respond as we try to perform Tongue raised swords fighting Babylon My word play strong, I finesse you with charm Carry it, marinate and connect with the god Word is born [Verse 2: Plasthic Slash] They say the drama in my life is an act of God But I ain’t positive if that’s a fact or not I’ll live enslaved by the regular appliances And die agnostic like a secular lab scientist Ecclesiastics revealing whom they represent But I smell a rat once they claim that they heaven-sent A multitude fall for the tomfoolery Robbed of every cent like a heist at the perfumery I sigh 'cause tithers chose ignorance like flat-earthers Wanna know how come the private jets? You should ask squirters Forever sending declarations The word of God has no Genesis but a never-ending Revelations I’m just hoping my rhyme wizardry will charm the bimbos Life is limbo and I chose to go through it with arms akimbo No reverends welfare beats yo brethren’s healthcare (Slash, do you really think there’s no heaven?) Hell, yeah

{Verse 1: Plasthic Slash] Church na scam, pastor na fraud Your tithes are paying for his kids master’s abroad And also built a university you can’t afford You tryna escape the edge of poverty, him car na Ford From the jump, you’ve had them at the pinnacle of faith But the lump showed for real that miracles are fake Without chemo or radiotherapy, the cancer’s staying He gets dough for his troubles, for you the answer's praying He sells anointing oil, money increases To fund medications for his chronic diseases You Christian doctors know what I’m talking bout See a fake cripple healed, you should be walking out Quoting Malachi on tithes, tend to do it many times Never Deuteronomy 14: 22- 29 A history of sexual abuse, especially youths If you've been exchanging texts with the dude, the next could be you! [Hook: Plasthic Slash] Life ends but you hoping on a sequel So the pope and 'em deceive you Hit the podium call the sheeple Religion is the opium of the people [Verse 2: Plasthic Slash] On your marks, time to tackle this beast Let’s discuss ravishments by Catholic priests One treated Fargo kids like immaculate feasts Igbo reverend, they quietly sent back to the east I’m telling you, they let him japa he’s there in Aba Haba! Person wey them no suppose spare him papa And there are many like him, what’s the measure of a savage? Some joined priesthood so they won’t be pressured into marriage Bruv, they take it further than brotherly love And when a scandal starts to brew, they cover it up Africans, the Vatican has failed its congregation In this nation, allegations don’t delay no consecrations It’s all about the paper now After holy communion, bro don’t wait around They’ll just keep hammering on Project Sunday When there’s kids biting their nails in the projects hungry [Hook: Plasthic Slash] Life ends but you hoping on a sequel So the pope and 'em deceive you Hit the podium call the sheeple Religion is the opium of the people

[Verse 1: Plasthic Slash] Watching this honey’s visuals Come dey reason whether man go do money rituals Cos if I drop a pile on that ass, bitch gon' twerk But I know for a fact that the shit don’t work How easy it is to fool peeps, atimes I ponder There’s always a science behind signs and wonders Logic and I relate like forearm and wrist Fake medicine men, them no be doctor or pharmacist Nobody dey fly for night wey no buy plane ticket Before you run through your bucket list, you may kick it So I'mma paint the town red with my own crayons Sitting at a bar full of liquor, my own seance I reach spirits through the bar man, he the medium Take one for the road, the motor spirit premium Selina tested? Send them go Sambissa Carry jazz go US embassy, them still no grant visa [Verse 2: Plasthic Slash] Caught off-guard when I said her smile is disarming But no love potion could make me her Prince Charming Set in my ways, heart hard pass Olumo Rock And I no believe kopnomi and otumokpo Mention blow-drop, see my gees chuckle Maybe they mean when she sucks till my knees buckle Made of clay, now abobbi, we produce sculptures What will it take to abolish the Osu culture? I ain’t with Roc Nation, I came to shock stations A dame who’s not Patience, Ekwensu’s not Satan Don’t let your wondrous beliefs cloud reason Ain’t no rain-making without cloud seeding Y’all spend so much time dwelling on superstition Let’s hit the nail on the head unlike the crucifixion I came through penis in vagina, wood in box And when my life ends, I’ll be put in a wooden box

[Verse 1: Plasthic Slash] I don’t know if he’s a being that’s conscious with rich slang But in the beginning, God caused the Big Bang Some are tryna knock that and get us all scrolling Saying ‘twas a big bounce that set the ball rolling 9 billion years later, the Milky Way birth the sun Thousands of centuries later, earth was formed Then a large object hit the planet, sonic boom And tore off a chunk of its junk to form the moon At a point, the world was totally covered in water Then plate tectonics did their thing, another disorder That brought forth land, the sun didn’t dry up the seas As to origin of life, for now it’s all hypotheses I don’t follow what clergy do, I’m no acolyte Earliest life forms were microbes seen in stromatolites You thought it started from grass? Dude, please! Neither did it start from herbs and fruit trees Everyday a star is born, I don’t mean Jay-Z or J. Cole But the kind that appeared when Mary’s baby was days old Some older than the sun, some come and retreat Should we be quiet? 'Cause some are being formed as we speak Is it all random or was it destined to be? Held to ransom or is my mind messing with me? Things could have gone far more than a trillion ways And there was evening and morning the gazillionth day [Hook: Plasthic Slash] This is how God did it Not by magic but chemistry and physics Not with word of mouth or lyrics Yeah, I’m dropping knowledge Open your third eye and peep it, come on! [Verse 2: Plasthic Slash] As to the origin of life in essence, no stereos So let’s start this history lesson from prokaryotes Unicellular organisms, showed growth in the seas They produced oxygen by photosynthesis Made the atmosphere more conducive for life How eukaryotes evolved still confusing for guys After those came sponges and fungi then jellyfish And worms, the atmosphere became very rich In oxygen and that sparked the Cambrian explosion Diverse creatures arose on land and the ocean The crustaceans, brachiopods and trilobites Some creatures large and some small like kilobites Liverworts and mosses, initial land plants Before forests of trees became rampant Then came first vertebrates, jawless fishes Then insects, amphibians and four-legged creatures All this mixture in the search for flawless features Evolution’s actions far from scoreless fixtures Sharks to reptiles, dinosaurs to mammals to birds Some couldn’t handle the world A reference to the five big extinctions The last obliterated the live T-Rex kingdom And the rest of dinosaurs, I know we had all sorts But not before flowers like magnolia burst forth [Hook: Plasthic Slash] This is how God did it Not by magic but chemistry and physics Not with word of mouth or lyrics Yeah, I’m dropping knowledge Open your third eye and peep it, come on! [Verse 3: Plasthic Slash] Almost 13.8 billion years after creation began came the earliest relation of man That’s when our lineage broke away from the chimpanzee’s And took 7 million years to get to us kings and queens The small-canined Sahelanthropus hyped the labyrinth Before the Orrorin’s habitual bipedalism Then Ardipethicus, some of its features maybe alien But they brought forth our short, broad basicranium In your schools no syllabus Teaches that the first tool maker was Australopithecus The picture gets blurry like we view chromatism Till Homo habilis with reduced prognathism First of our genus if you follow the records Succeeded by the fire-starting Homo erectus With major increase in brain size, digesting was rapider The first in our lineage to like exit from Africa Then Homo heidelbergensis came and ruled the spot The first species to build shelter from wood and rock In Africa, they evolved into Homo sapiens Neanderthals, Denisovans more European and Asian All interbred till only Homo sapiens was left By 40,000 years ago, all the ancients was dead So you know creation didn’t take six days now God rested after the Big Bang and let things play out [Outro: Plasthic Slash] Some other Homo species I didn't mention The Homo rudolfensis, Homo naledi Homo antecessor and Homo floresiensis This is just the first edition of the creation story As discovers more shit, it'd be edited As it should be

[Verse 1: Lord G.E.M] Early in the morning and, stretching and yawning Then, my phones going off , it’s my nigga straight calling me Talkin bout “yo I got a party we could party And a bottle of Bacardi, for the barbie with bodies And let’s go!!!", all white dress code I cop the Rose and a bottle of XO Shortie at the back there looking all fresh bro I’m hungry AF, and she looking like french toast The neck froze, gemstones, hello let’s goooo baby We party outside, and we celebrating It’s G to the E to the M, with his dick in his hand See your girl friend salivating Oh gad I’m crazy, and drunk as fuck What is heavy chunk of skunk that I puff at once What’s a little motorcycle to a monster truck Get crush if you ever try to cross my block I’m too big to be messed with Don’t you ever stress this Level of finessing, is a lesson that I’m blessed with Settings, heavy as the bezels on my necklace Death wish to anybody messing with the flex kid Hear ye hear ye, the ruler’s back So pay attention in class, while I school you cats When you walk in to a party, you spot a hot shortie, give her Champagne with a flute attached I Hope you take notes, so I be giving you cues man Chill back relax, while puffin the Cuban Less than 10 seconds, shortie starts stepping, right to your direction, now she wanna ughhh man That right! See I be done for the night Come on girl I had so much fun for the night I’m too fly for regular, 1st class particular Your cruise is vehicular? I’m touching the sky I’m too high! [Verse 2: Plasthic Slash] 12th July 2012, Ada’s best birthday I was driving down Port Harcourt-Aba expressway Bought a new car some days back, Toyota Camry She was having a small party, good time to know her family In the car with me were my niggas Duff and Wamese Wamese was talking about some girl he made take off her panties From the abode to Rumuola Road, ‘twas all rapid Then we got NTA Road and saw traffic Delayed by an hour then we reached our destination Benitex Hotel before the party’s expiration Things were in full swing like break time in elementary Ada and I sipped great wine, she fed me mentally Then she said, there’s work tomorrow, time to end this Took the words right out my mouth like a French kiss My homies had fun till eleven PM Checked my inbox, had more than seven DMs I’ll reply at home dearies, please give me a break Ada looking so teary as she gave me the cake I said, "Be calmed, don’t be alarmed, I’ll see you later" Then we were gone for good like the arms of the crusaders In no time reached Rumuomasi roundabout Duff dozing, see as dude full back seat, down and out Two turns later, I sense a spot of trouble Picked up a tail, like I dropped my novel Duff woke, headlights off on such dark street Couldn’t tell if the car was made in Europe or the Far East Thinking how my gate could become a crime scene I circled the block and the car was still behind me At that moment, we were all sober state, G Now you know we have suspicions, trying to overtake me? They kept swerving left then right but I blocked ‘em off All the while honking their horn, bet I shocked 'em all Sure they cocked 'em guns, no be to shoot one tire Duff lay flat in the back expecting gunfire I been no want die by the gun like the best rapper from the east coast I thought fast, make I head for the nearest police post So I drove quickly to Shell IA Away from them dudes no want make I smell Friday They followed us all the way to the gate Then we saw they were cops with faces enraged Turned out they followed us cos we had no licence plates I’d paid for everything but those items late Them be dey the roundabout when we pass with better speed Long story long, gave 'em 2k they let us leave And so whatever a man sow he has to reap Got home and in minutes we were fast asleep Thank God we didn’t get shot, crash the whip and die Far from my mind as I dreamt of Ada’s hips and thighs What a day!