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Lyrics: Sarkodie – #Kanta (Panda Freestyle)

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Sarkodie Says About Him Buying Shares At UT Bank

 

INTRO
Yea!, kanta, kanta, kanta, kanta, kanta,
Yea!, kanta, kanta, kanta, kanta, kanta, yea!

VERSE 1
Uhh! sika dɔɔso wɔ Ghana
Still a yɛ hustle wɔ Ashaiman
Street foɔ ɛto Hosanna
Cos sakawa boys agye block no ɛdan ma
Ma ship-e me pɛ a na mɛ ragga for summer
Cos aban sika die no koraa cause drama
Obi nkɔ kɔ bisa Braimah Kamoko sɛ
Nku no a ɔ use no Prima
Politics, evil (yea)
ng no laugh on the people
Obi nse Ɔmanpanin sɛ me hia no
Sarkodie just wanna meet you
Sesei a deɛ cash no a lock-e
Na companies akɛseɛ koraa mpo ɔmo a-chock-e
Na wonhu sɛ Charterhouse koraa ɔmo a-pause-e
Me charge-e me fees a obiaa ntumi n-sort-e
The industry, is falling
Company biaa eyɛ overhauling
Shatta paa first na balling
But sesei a ɔhu bottles koraa na dodging
Me pɛ legitimate, no kuluulu
But after the privilege
To be used to the system in Ghana
Me mia mani sɛ nka memmɔ korɔno
But sɛ mennyɛ a agye sɛ Yesu
Now we just facing recession
My country is lacking progression
Sesei a November election
I hope sɛ the people go teach you a lesson
I got love for Mahama and I’ve got love too for Nana
Yea! me respect-e leaders
Ɛba bi biaa mɛka cos Sark dɔ Ghana
REFRAIN
Yea, kanta, kanta,
Now I think we gotta switch it up
Are you ready?
Yea!

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Lyrics: Manifest – God Mc (Prod DreamJay Beatz)

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M.anifest takes a swipe @ reality shows, low publicity for Ghanaian acts
GOD MC LYRICS
Verse 1

I pull up on the future, screaming hallelujah
In a barracuda smoking buddha in fallujah
Clash of the titans i had dinner with medusa
Don’t turn me into stone, boy i’m a ruler
They sipping amarula me i kick it with a cougar
Tonight will be lit, super
Califragilisticexpiali i’m precocious
These dudes you call cool, atrocious
Don’t get intoxicated by these drunkards
They run on prejudice it’s a trump card
On my lampard chale i’m so frank
Give you the blues who is who? go rank
Don’t measure your pen with mines, you pantomime and asinine
And you wanna be king? Get your ass in line
These no be bars i’m just passing time

Refrain
Chale i dey,I just chock it
Laughing hard till there are tears in a bucket
Some of my peers spineless they are muppets
Always nodding like a lizard, damn it, agama…
Yo
What’s a king to a god mc?
Numero uno, that be me

Verse 2
You no be star no be star, you’re a comet at best
Don’t ask me no questions, no comment; i rest
Tell the fashion police they can make an arrest
These boys copying the west looking a mess
It’s retarded, tell will.i.am to get me started
I got a strong will, i am the prime target
Go to the market, buy yourself manners
Don’t use my name in vain, that’s just for starters
Hors d’oeuvres i got some nerve
On my Djokovic fear me when i dey serve
Ghanaians so concerned about diplomas and awards
Titles and the bible, i find it absurd
Went from inspector Bediako to Khumkhum Bhagya
Progress or regress? now who you calling sucker
When the boss is around who can you boss around?
We some intelligent niggas that cannot dumb it down
Even my nonfa back then had sense in it
Difference between me and them? you’re sensing it
My talent, my vision, where i come from
Just a couple of things you put respek on
I’m a rare breed no wonder i’m in rare form
All the m.anifans know that i’m there for ‘em
I’m in rare form, madinafour know sey i’m there for them

Refrain
I just chock it
Laughing hard till there are tears in a bucket
Some of my peers spineless they are muppets
Always nodding like a lizard, damn it, agama…
Yo
What’s a king to a god mc?
Numero uno, that be me

Verse 3
Dem dey claim pure gold but dem be copper
Don’t compare a name dropper to a showstopper like me
You ain’t’ gotta like me broda
Only 5 10, but the flow be t-taller
Afro trapping like hoteps with dope left
Though i often write my default is to go left
W’ani aba anaa?
Vex for your corner, saa
Kidnap your ears for years now it’s stockholm syndrome
My train of thought is darker than my skin tone
I pen poems alone listening to nina simone and koo nimo
God as my witness i’m taking no prisoners
The hype machine mean, but it won’t imprison us
For the underdawgs and outlaws go get yours
Yes we dey form, no we no go conform
If you talk funny and think you’ll go scott free
Then travel safe my guy, godspeed
Nowhere cool coming soon for your cd changer
E go shatta glass ceilings, it’s a game changer
God mc never been a faker
I dey go see shatta for mahama paper
My guy obidi, let me return the favor
You know what time it is, later is greater

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