Roses (feat. Maka) - Alpha Ojini

No sé si conozco a tu madre Porque ninguna a mí me vale La quiero bonita, así guapa tú sales Que se ponga vestidos de lunares Que se irrite si ella lo quiere conmigo Pa mí es un bendito castigo Yo tengo el cerebro tranquilo Y de padres solteros está el mundo Sabes que bendito castigo Si no estás conmigo, bendito castigo Una niña contigo, así lo he querido Bendito castigo, bendito castigo Tú sabes que siempre lo digo Que un niño es alegría la casa No sé lo que pasa, ¿me ves como amigo? Bendito castigo Voy a tener el niño más guapo del mundo Yo te voy a apuntar al fútbol Y tu pae es el más guapo del mundo Y al que te toque, yo lo tumbo Tranquilo en la casa en gayumbos Nebulosa, pensando profundo Sonando Amador Raimundo Voy a Heredia ponerte en un patio el columpio De esos que salen en anuncios La guapa de tu mae tiene estudios Y yo siempre ando oyendo qué dice la loca Me llama "gerundio" A veces viajo a otro mundo Yo tumbo, llevo Dunlop Y a veces nos imagino juntos Y qué va, porque no lo veo justo Te encuentras muy a gusto, ¿no? Y resulta que estás en otro asunto Pues en verdad viene bien en mi vida Que quiera una cría y su mae quiera un bulldog Dedicado pa los niños que nunca tuvimos Dedicado pa las veces que no nos quisimos Por los cuernos que no nos pusimos Yo quiero tus niños, ¿sabes? Y todavía no han nacido Voy a tener el niño más guapo del mundo Yo te voy a apuntar al fútbol Y tu pae es el más guapo del mundo Y al que te toque, yo lo tumbo Voy a tener el niño más guapo del mundo Yo te voy a apuntar al fútbol Y tu pae es el más guapo del mundo Y al que te toque, yo lo tumbo

Mi vida no cobra sentido si en ella no sufro, no... Mi vida no es vida sin pena, sin ver algo injusto... Hay veces que hablo y me enfado, yo no me acostumbro... Me inundo como un vagabundo, camino sin rumbo Y el tiempo es que sigue corriendo Yo sigo hundido en el fango La muerte me está persiguiendo La vida me está extorsionando La duda me está consumiendo Se lleva las hojas volando Muriendo, muriendo, muriendo Llorando, llorando, llorando Volando entre la cuerda floja Más que paradoja fueron sus antojos Y es que ya no me quedan más hojas De tanto llorar se han secado mis ojos Me perdí en el trajín de una loca En el rojo carmín de sus labios tan rojos El jardín del Edén de su boca Es la única llave que abrió mis cerrojos ¡Uff!, clavaste mi cruz Cuando el deseo era mi única luz Desde la cuna hasta el ataúd La Luna embriagada de su juventud De colores, de amistad y de amores Vida maldita te invita a que llores Y aunque he pasado momentos peores Parece que nunca aprendí de mis dolores Están pasando las horas Están muriendo las flores Estoy llorando aquí a solas Ya no brillan mis soles No amanecen auroras Anochecen temores Mis ganas aún pecadoras No aprendí mis errores Nadie me quita tanta pena, tanta fatiga ¡Ay, pero penita, pena! Lo que he sufrido, pa' mí se queda, esa es mi vida ¡Sí, así es mi vida! Mil problemas, mil caídas, mil cadenas Dile Maka Nada puede conmigo, aunque muy mal me vea ¡Aunque muy mal me vea! De bailar con la fea Mamá me dijo, ¡pelea, pelea! La vida te marea Cuando menos te lo esperas ella te golpea (pea) Nadie te quita la pena Nadie sufre tu condena Cuando pierdes la miel que habita en tu colmena Llena tus bolsillos con kilos de castillos de arena ¿Y si el futuro es gris? Nazco del fondo como flor de lis Cosiendo los puntos de mi cicatriz Muriéndonos juntos o no, emperatriz de mis suelos Recordando mirandas Clavando en mí tus ojos como espadas Cuando siento cómo me apuñalas Sintiendo vacío aun llenando las salas Tan perdidos mis hilos Tan quebradas mis alas Cuantas noches en vilo No me quedan más balas Tú tan Venus de Milo Ni lo sueñes sin galas No me corta los filos Yo he aprendido a las malas Nadie me quita tanta pena, tanta fatiga Lo que he sufrido, pa' mí se queda, esa es mi vida Mil problemas, mil caídas, mil cadenas Nada puede conmigo, aunque muy mal me vea ¡Me vea! Desde Zaragoza, Granada Rapsusklei, Maka ¡Ay pena, penita, pena! Estamos pagando condena La pluma es mi lumbre como acostumbra Los versos que duelen quitan el hambre La luna de Alhambra es la que me alumbra Palabras desangran como el alambre A rastras del hilo de la penumbra Cortando sus alas matan a un hombre Heladas mis manos como la tundra Las mejores almas no tienen nombre

Lock up the cops and gbes Issakaba cover their mouth with spiritual bandage Kanayo put them in handcuffs, ehn Living in Bondage, which way? Dillinger, break all the laws in raps and I did it my way Roll am, okpa, stone am for head Ojini Since 1960 we dey hustle for five naira We no see Tafawa, so fuck a prime minister I no go shock if NNPC open mouth tell us 40k for 40 litres If I had a chance, I'll decapitate these niggas And still detain all their family sha Alausa dey dobale for governor Governor dobale for party leader Nigeria police fit hold igbo for hand inside club Arrest you for smoking shisha I still see one for Osapa wey cork gun Because him wan ask us for particulars After one hour na small photocopy put niggas for soup And na money kill am Abba Kyari oga dey find Hushpuppi but him commissioner na criminal E dey do me like say make I turn Issakaba on top this olopa matter Pull up for Panti with six hundred niggas, DPO dey office dey chop amala Bubu keep face like Jonathan for campaign, e enter office baba turn Abacha Everybody don curse am tire, e go hold am, insha allah Heavenly felony, you know the matter Abobbi, I dagbo olopa Cemetery nemesis, put them in agony They carry Abba Kyari I wish say, I wish say na me carry am I for don stain all him beret with egusi They know say na me I spit on their uniform, use am take clean cum Ojini said I'm the hardest My mummy said I'm the rawest My papa dey craze, omo lawless Odumodu shooting on duress Never, never, I did it with clear head I no need Tramadol Before I bleed on a cop, omo get up They're getting me fed up Na wetin my IPO tell me, na setup The thing be like lay-up They talk say Odumodu murder the poor boy Heavenly Father, my opposition dey verandah They dey there dey burn up They see me dey come up They put the body for my name, them dey lock up Koti been dey lock us They collect my money and them no need search us Yes Issakaba comot their head with spiritual machete (comot am) INEC, pass me the plastic Fuck this government (fuck 'em) 20-10-20 (yeah), them think say we forget 2023, you go collect (collect) Lock up the cops and gbes Abeg comot yansh for there Fuck your bag of rice, I no wan collect See them for saloon, don dey wash your head Shit is just more of the same, more or less Boys in black still causing hold up Every hundred meters na roadblock Hustle must pure, them no go fit hold us Fuck those boys Bring that guy, make I search that one OdumoduBlvck na person wey dey carry pass one type Past this point Chukwu a gozigo gi (yes) Crusher no dey my body Na the lighter way the force man seize, light my bazz For their checkpoint, I dey look them they dey smoke crack, e cast Imagine, olopa get mind to ask me anything for weekend Me, I just lock up He chook hand for my pocket, he see chewing gum, he chop am These men dey fuck up Them don see say wetin dey my wallet na my last card So the bastard say make I transfer The thunder wey go fire you still dey warm up Lock up the cops and gbes

Ojini Yeah See, most of y'all niggas know That you can't get close Unless you're Bringing me roses Put them up to my nose, and Yes we Out in the field And we doing the most It's another Day in the life Of a couple of goats Gon' be a cold night Grab an extra layer of clothes Niggas wanna pick a bone But I leave 'em exposed I got two horns But I can't toot my own horn, no? Just another day in the life of a goat Yeah Your kings on Herod level Plot against the Messiah and lose Must be why my comebacks Always sound to them like bad news Mistake me for a vegetarian at your own risk Zero tolerance for beef But come for me or one of mines I'm all up on you like SARS When they spot a tattoo Taboo thoughts on my mind when I spot the opps Call the shots and I call a massacre Call the cops It's broad daylight No covert ops My growth unorthodox To walk at this pace, man It takes some running costs A whole Pandora's box A gift and a curse Glasshouse boys You can't get away with smaller rocks You're clowns with monologues Ha It's too big It's too strong She says it won't fit Could be my ego or my dick, take your pick Either way I want it stroked Feed me carrots, fuck sticks I went full circle From idolizing the legends To trading bars with the legends That's how a goat do Niggas hate my guts when I make them cut the cheque Nigga you're outta privileges Pay me like you're supposed to Medicine in the candy Yahooboy Muzik, Indaboskee I made you get the message That's how a goat do Grown ass niggas spilling hate on Twitter Like they just approaching adolescence Fucking trolls, hmm Class is permanent I'm from the school of classics baby Your faves are two faced But I never let that shit faze me Vic-O flows But you act like the raps is Jay-Z You're always donkey of the day If you ask us daily You really believe they're better than me? That's it maybe Or this pandemic got you niggas Acting batshit crazy Who's your goat? Tell them to face the truth I outrank 'em These motherfuckers can't even lace my boots When I hang 'em I'm the hangman You try to escape the noose and get tangled They should fall on their knees And just pray to Zeus Why're they standing? I came to expose false goats to the sheep I was made for this shit My pulse goes with the beat Also I defeat them Also when they meet me, they all ghost Hit me with false hope and deceit Fuck the culture, all your goats are insecure Fake love and compliments Nothing I ain't seen before I feel warm handshakes get cold on my skin Like metal They pretending to be angels But they sin like devils Local league niggas act like they'll win five trebles Emeka Ike but their shoulder be on Jim Iyke levels Those your goats? Emeka Ike but their shoulder be on Jim Iyke levels Those your goats? I go by the name of Kel, and uh... Goat shit In and out of control shit They trying to put me in a corner I drop that dope shit This ain't no hoe shit No touch your toes shit Call me J on a holiday Fuck that woke shit You thirsty? Chug from my oasis Look at their faces Catch fades and cases So they can spit through the wire Like they got braces And I ain't got no desire To be in your Twitter spaces Riddle me this, riddle me that Who you gon' call to light up a track? Who's a class act, got so much back And guarantees to throw it down like that Haha My worst days Would have your best ways pop It's all rays when the competition don't drop It's your girl Kel staying high up on your list I've been gone for a minute And I know that I was missed Your girl fine with the right attitude I'm such a dime You can hashtag mood Eat these dudes up They identify as food Excuse me sir I don't mean to be rude Ha, I'm not saying I'll upgrade you But your life would be better Like I made you Brand new FYI, I don't mean to be modest You best recognise You're in the presence of a goddess Most of y'all niggas know That you can't get close Unless you're Bringing me roses Put them up to my nose, and Yes we Out in the field And we doing the most It's another Day in the life Of a couple of goats Gon' be a cold night Grab an extra layer of clothes Niggas wanna pick a bone But I leave 'em exposed I got two horns But I can't toot my own horn, no? Just another day in the life of a goat Ojini... Uh... Let's end debates The end justify the means My end would be the pearly gates God's engineering Even when they try to bend the stakes I'm bending hoes, spending cake For times that I barely ate Set it straight or set it off Like Queen Latifah's braids Serenades for seven days Laid back as they feed me grapes For every time I came home To beans in my dinner plate Been on a heatwave for so long I felt the fever break Oops... Fuck your streaming apps Music is my soul Subscribe to my beating heart See what I see My eyes are HDR screens Push the play button Listen to my blood stream My brain is a pod Podcasting these life scenes My pain can be yours Connect to my live stream The accuracy of my algorithm is frightening Nine hundred bucks a pop They selling you pipe dreams Uh... Only premium brands hit my organs Thinking about what the game did to Cynthia Morgan But I give myself a pat on the back Back to my day shift Even Mohits and D'Banj couldn't make Kay switch I could go longer but Alpha would rather break beats I could go dumber and give you fuckers a brain split Give a fuck about what your fave spit Putting out trash And try to compensate it with playlists Man, fuck this shit