Intro

This is my, opening speech, up close and discrete

The solemn truths that I guarantee no moments to breach

You see my mind's been defaced, they ain't trusting my ways

But its uneasy going through Lagos without bearing these traits

Driven by a mental engineering

So pardon my irrational decisions the weak hearted can't determine

Its kerosene and tyres cuz the judges keep adjourning

My city's been on fire before headlines of insurgence

Yo, and so i stencil it

I give a mental pic

Its lyricism to the tee, and the credentials fit

Where sing-a-long rappers, they be on some menstrual shit