Everybody’s favorite lyrical terrorist, Boogey, is back something with new and decidedly different — for his fans: a cover of Eva Alordiah’s popular single, “Deaf”; as you’d expect from the AbOriginal MC, the song features the top-notch lyricism, witty asides, and darts thrown at blind Pop culture followers and “sheep”. “Deaf” is released as a precursor to Boogey’s upcoming EP, “TINAA [This Is Not An Acronym]”; a collaborative project with Hip-Hop’s best-kept-secret, producer Charlie X [the genius behind Boogey’s breakthrough hit, “Sanctum”], “TINAA“, which will feature a diverse range of artistes such as Aduke, Eclipse, Pryse and Morell will be released in May. Until then, sit back and enjoy his take on “Deaf”, yet more evidence of the AbOriginal Mc’s unstoppable march toward his destiny as “Nigeria’s Next Great MC”. | ENJOY!!!
Verse 1 Boogey, there’s too much pain in the verse Too serious, keep it plain, stop praying and explaining your hurt Spit about chains and your worth How your ex claimed that she exclaimed every time you put your thing inside of hers Not about your ex and the ex games, now she getting played by a player, with his name on his shirt Boss, you the boss But your brain giving everybody’s brain too much work They acquire devices, devise ways to advise you against vices Some of ‘em irrelevant like my president’s vice is I don’t give a shit about ‘em and vice versa I’m light years a- head of the buzz and the buzz makers and buck makers Make history instead of gang signs and duck faces Saying they seeing a saviour, get him butt naked And kill him but pray to him if ever he does wake up Hit a brick on the hip of a hypocrite Talking the talk and never walking the walk, I’m sick of it Me and Eva hump in the front seat, honking the car horn A star’s born. [Clap, clap, clap for him] Then he spits and you saying that rap track boring, but women never hesitate when cash stacks pour Spread legs from the jump, flash back, that’s Jordan Flow too foreign? I ain’t from around here, wassup
Chorus [Eva Alordiah] I don’t care how you do your shit, I’m just sayin’ Cos you sure don’t do it like this, so what you sayin’ I don’t think that you really know me, Wa‘n bi no Do you know me I’m the one like the two from three Please tell me what you do for me Hold on hold on this Mi fun won l’eti Mi fun won l’eti [Hiss] Mi fun won l’eti Mi fun won l’eti Hold on hold on this Mi fun won l’eti Mi fun won l’eti [Hiss] Mi fun won l’eti Mi fun won l’eti Mi fun won l’eti Mi fo un won l’eti [Hiss] Mi fun won l’eti
Verse 2 We getting tired of hearing about swag, and wearing ‘em pants sagged And earrings and hand bags Fail. Never passing. Pass the mic on, to a real rapper, go be a fashion icon In front of the paparazzi with the flashing Nikons Tracking my evolution Am I on track? AbOriginal gave me the contract, I just need a hit track And I’m gone On my next track, I just might attach a time bomb This aint a game, boy, drop the Nintendo Pop, make ‘em hop to the tempo But if you rap and you going in, don’t get out, quick as a cock giving cock to a hen bro You love the money, make it Get with the money-making But the money making These rappers who used to dominate With smart 16s, sound dumb in eight Smart and he starved, got dumb and ate Till his tummy ached
Chorus [Eva Alordiah] I don’t care how you do your shit, I’m just sayin’ Cos you sure don’t do it like this, so what you sayin’ I don’t think that you really know me, Wan be no Do you know me I’m the one like the two from three Please tell me what you do for me Hold on hold on this Mi fun won l’eti Mi fun won l’eti [Hiss] Mi fun won l’eti Mi fun won l’eti Hold on hold on this Mi fun won l’eti Mi fun won l’eti [Hiss] Mi fun won l’eti Mi fun won l’eti Mi fun won l’eti Mi fo un won l’eti [Hiss] Mi fun won l’eti