Intro (Fela Kuti)
That is making the matters worse
That is going through slavery you see
Because our condition is not a condition of smiling [Mic Check]

Verse One (Reap3r)

I used to jump when they asked how high
Nowadays I jump when they pass me bananas
Submission for the living is a must if you never knew
By the window pews, she imagining the life she was living
Making a killing with ABCs – no Zimsec
These Cambridge thoughts made me less Pan-African
I’m more Israelite when I roam thy streets
The promise to the first Gentile I still keep
Mercy to the ignorant fools who think the Bible is a tool
For they personal glory and religious ends
Mercy to the Jews who forgot about Cornelius
For the kingdom of God is attained through Jesus

Hook
No smiling, and the boy ain’t smiling
No smiling, and the boy ain’t smiling

Verse 2
Water no get enemy – the homie still fluid
I ain’t through with this – hopped up out the shower with a fire verse
We don’t need a check, we still bounce on God credit
Kill the debit with the passion of Christ – desire His light
The mic set, you better come here quickly
The story ain’t done until I jump off the white horse
The dark knight making the streets light in dire times
We don’t rely on leaders, we let God move
The homies want the fertiliser then sphagetti roads later
Let me breathe, then we continue walking on water
Wiser than Solomon, my Father already said it
They go for the endorsements with the Holy Spirit in ‘em
I gotta talk about Jesus every time I be preaching
Who’s teaching these lies? They final day still coming
Why black man dey suffer – we gotta see it different
It’s a matter of perception, go and get your wealth boy
Hook

Verse 3
Skip to the tactics, the homies know we got this
Practice on a daily basis til you match this
The Baptist connects the service when I go and John
Paving the way for the coming of the Master
Black belt with the belt of truth on my waist
Rocking to the sound of the drums in the sun
Man never moved when we speak about the Son
In togetherness, that’s where you find me with the rhymes
Dear God, they busy asking ‘bout Mary
The way they praising, I thought I should marry Mary
Still I am a kid but through Your will she was immaculate
The executioner fine dines in my lawful thoughts
Dollar for my dreams, you are never purgatoring me
Gotta find ways to feed the state with my salary
Whatchu planning ‘bout this besides conversations
Jesus, they still wanna hush about salvation

Hook

Outro (Reap3r)
Let me just get this on point
Ayy