[Intro: Dr. UN]

Mendaa anadwo da

Every night

Anhwɛ a wobɛka sɛ menyɛ adwuma

But this mind racks a lot

Aha ɔmo ka no ɔrehyehyɛ adwuma

Mendaa anadwo da

Every time

Me phone wei, iPad wei

Wei, wei, wei

Then I come to pen

Is it good?

[Verse 1: R.B.D.]

Entered the College

Since then I never hear

Gotten some severed ears chale

My squalid lyrics will let a peer vomit

Can’t interfere

Squad lit

I let them near knowledge

Y’all better fear

Olive branches are never here

(Why?)

I put snakes in a box like it’s Metal Gear Solid

And it’s clear say Rude go send them there

Drag them from Hell to the man upstairs

They reflect on how this man appears

I dey see my body

Them figure say I speed but I dey come shift go seventh gear

Never scared

That's how I be since eleven years

Competition go R.I.P. (rip)

E go end in tears

House to the Firm to the Court to the Firm then Stu

Chale how I dey do this?

2016, I let the bros down

Oh shout outs to Tule

Now, we ball

Shout outs to Sulley

Game’s not what I recall

So now I'm a student taking a stab in the dark

But I'm cut out to do it

Chale sekof rydee my eyes open

I folded

But chale I know that I’m never washed up

With the lyrical iron I’m holding, Imma iron out shit

With rhymes cold as my heart

Y’all finna get psychosis

Minds blown

This heat? I wrote it (Iroh’d it)

This beat? Chale I rode it

You dey hate?

You babies in denial (the Nile) like Moses

Now I'm older

Law school make time go

The rap game on lockdown when I show up in a mask

And get y'all coffin (coughing)

I’m COVID

Till I got their eyes rolling

Till my spine is broken from carrying rap

Until a million fans in Eindhoven

I no dey see the hate — I’m blindfolded

Bitch

[Hook: Anabel Rose]

My writing’s like an omen

I conceal it in the dark

I hide inside my own head

I conceal me in my art

And my art, I hope they seal it in their hearts

I’m blindfolded to the bull

I’m blindfolded to the

I’m blindfolded to the bull

Blindfolded to the bull

I’m blindfolded to the bull

Yeah yeah

[Verse 2: Tradey]

T

2014 wey I plete PENSEC

I fuck up for MEDASS so I no fit go Tech

I no fit go Telecom ‘cause momee no get money

But training college for Kyebi be the better route

Take it

Ma niggas took the other route

Selling drugs anaa sɛ wobɛhyehyɛ game

Client bɛma wo 20 for your bellyache

Until you’re free, you’re just a slave

Browsing taught me keep it on a hush, papi

What dey spoil your grind be when you get the fame

And that be what I’m tryna do

Mepɔn firi class, then I hit the stu

Cooking up shit to knock your shit lose

Life no set for me yet

But I don’t regret taking the path I chose

Cause it leads straight to the show

Straight to the dough

Nti na menhu obiaa nonsense

I dey aim then I go

So when Tradey spit, e dey bring you sometin

E dey bring you bombing

E dey bring you fucking

Brim your somtin

My flow slips it's sloppy

Oh the beat for pause

And then I pause it

It’s a bit disgusting

With the flows I've got, e go reach hypnotic

E go do you somtin

Yeah I get to snapping and they get to trancing

So be prepared to be forever trapped in domain expansion

Listen to me, you will run me or your views

Either that, or I’m killer Mike

You will run me all the jewels

[Hook: Anabel Rose & R.B.D.]

My writing’s like an omen

I conceal it in the dark

I hide inside my own head

I conceal me in my art

And my art, I hope they seal it in their hearts

I’m blindfolded to the bull

I’m blindfolded to the

I’m blindfolded to the bull

Blindfolded to the bull

I’m blindfolded to the bull

Yeah yeah