VASELINE Lyrics

E to the 9 to the Y, C, E

(Longkeys on the beat)

King E9yce yo

(Huh) Those days when I used to suffer (Next Level)

Those days when the poverty was real tight (Next Rated)

Back'n those days, back'n, back'n those days (Next Generation)

Screaming vaseline, soap, relaxer, powder

Yelling tray, oil, and pure water

Screaming vaseline, soap, relaxer, powder

Yelling tray, oil, and pure water

But now am here in the studio being legendary

You know am gonna try be revolutionary

Try my best till I get in your dictionary

The poverty is hard I swear it's really very scary

My Momma raised me good, though it was very torrid

Some of the neighbours laughed, she was so worried

Goods from Onitsha taking night journey

A lot o' bumps on the road and a jiggy Lorry

But God said wait, what's the hurry?

I made you imperfect intentionally

Heart's filled with pain, no chilling

Blessings coming in fold, I swear am bringing

Still patiently waiting

Caught her many times out-folded while she's crying

Frustrated 'bout this life, she thought of dying

Deep down I knew this pain will go eventually

Sacrificed her beauty and her long curly

Prayed for me to make it, then surely

My wealth will be my new high am saying it bold-a-ly

Those days when I used to suffer

Those days when the poverty was real tight

Back'n those days, back'n, back'n those days

Screaming vaseline, soap, relaxer, powder

Yelling tray, oil and pure water

Vaseline, soap, relaxer, powder

Vaseline, soap, relaxer, powder, huh

Take your bullshit outta here, pack it to conakry

Cut the chase now, this is my story

I was born and grew up in A.J Town

It was nice though it ain't a fairytale

My G's, hunger still dey from head to toe

And we still smiling with both friends and foes

Then I came to the capital in lokoja

And the new H.Q. was in H.O.A.Q

When colours hue, it was in '07 nigga the dream was due

Wealth was in excess there was no more complaints

There was juice, fried rice, and even cocktail

Then ring-ring-bang came the timeout

No one was ready for it, it gat us flipped out

It was a shame, things weren't the same

Nowhere to run or hide but to hustle

Market place my G was the ideal castle

Muz was everywhere wheeling the wheelbarrow, shouting

Vaseline, Soap, Relaxer, Powder

Vaseline Soap, Relaxer, Powder

Screaming vaseline, soap, relaxer, powder

Yelling tray, oil and pure water

Those days when I used to suffer

Those days when the poverty was real tight

Back'n those days, back'n, back'n those days

At one point my education was left in tatters

School got me sick, football left me injured

My neighbors I see their mouths were in laughters

Sickness caught up as I schooled, it weren't cool

Now I preach, making green talking about the hood

Though still sick, rather than lying in bed waiting on God

I go to studio and record my rhymes

Hard, was this time of mine

History will remember that I tried

To change my condition from this confinement of mine

So hear it cheaply this my spoken word

Add a beat making it too hot to touch

Crouch, as my talents exposed to the whole wide world

I pray it's not lost

20th century raps, hope am not so crude

That's my story, I just let you intrude

Screaming vaseline, soap, relaxer, powder

Yelling tray, oil and pure water

Those days when I used to suffer

Those days when the poverty was real tight

Back'n those days, back'n, back'n those days

I told you nigga am the new Sinatra

Platinum-ize my track and add a bark

Reminiscing, to call myself sick before

Sickness is when your whole world turns cold

Begging for help, niggas hearts are stone cold

You feeling cursed and acting like a savvy

Suicide or crack, you even tried curry

The witches riding me without a driver Ed's license

Shedding tears showing my first hand experience

Praying no to die, hoping my life won't end

My skeletal system was the Pillars of Islam

Brain hemorrhaging made me bend some rules

Cruel but true, opportunities floating away

Imagine me in a Waterloo

Rue as time runs away

I was the vessel for a devil who got locked away

Niggas ask, how was sokoto?

Don't know the explanation to give them but

Snowrex play this track every time make dem hear

Done!

Naso!