[Verse 1]

This the black box, for black people in black trucks

For dread headed folks stuck in the SARS trucks

Close to the sequel to the lost scrolls of Ezekiel

Azikiwe closing his speech dude

Hearing encomiums in large auditoriums

Eko hotel where they play me accordions

Stadium status, made for the flow like aquariums

Blatant chaos is what Dimeji is

So what the major is? Engineering

But I’m more major general

Flows I got several, etcetera etcetera

You know the story

You know the tears on the beat, made like Cory

Stayed in the house, I was raising the building

For children, flesh and blood never revealed him

So who deceived him? The first racist

That didn’t bow to Adam up in the lofty spaces

Same species that influenced the Kevin spaceys made me trip without laces

'Cause I was searching for answers

Wrote this on a flight for my masters, gotta own my masters

Never be a slave, I put that on my grandmamas grave, and when I get paid I’ma save

If not, I'ma switch the gear, conquer fear

When losing, never lose hope or despair

That’s how we fight the battles, chakra channels

Cut from cloth of the era where they rode the camels

And slayed goats, so even legends can get it

All for the Naira, Pounds and Cedis

Yeah I said it, just free yourself

Slips is Freudian, 1 or 2 odds of Nairabets is accordion, Don’t play yourself

[Outro]

When I grab the mic, conversation's over

None of that best talk, I'm weezy from taking over

Dimeji baby I spray even the show promoters

Light work, over your head like Jangolovas