BEZ: There Is A Fire

Bez - There is a fire

I’ve got a girl she’s 5 foot 3;
beautiful chocolatey skin indeed.
Can’t believe her insecurity;
thinking that she’s not good for me!!!
Girl it’s written in the stars you know you are the one!
You know my love is true I’ll always burn for you!

CHORUS
There’s a fire!!!
That you can never kill with water;
you will understand.
And the rainbow;
has no colors but the sunlight.
You will understand (x7)…

2BABA featuring Soul E: E Be Like Say

VERSE 1

Looking back through all the years
That you and I have spent together
It seems like you’ve been playing me all along
So many times, you asked me to put the whole of my trust in you
So many times, you betrayed and played me for a fool
Why don’t we work together so the future will be brighter
Cos, e be like you and I
We dey need each other all the time
All the time
Another year has come
And now you want my trust once more
Oh no…

e be like say

VERSE 2

See, all I want to say is that
They don’t really care about us
Because all they want to do is to get in touch with big bucks
Because they think the money gives them the power
But the power is nothing
If your people cannot get quality education
The power is nothing
If your people keep on dying of disease and starvation
The power is nothing
If your people have no peace (no peace)
The power is nothing
If your people cannot live in unity (eh)
See, why do you keep deceiving the people, my brother, my sister
See, why you make all this people to dey fight one another
Only God can judge you now [x4]
Another year has come
And now you want my vote once more
Oh no…

SOMI: Shine Your Eye

Somi - Shine Your Eye

When I close my eyes I remember the bright city heat pressing against the knuckles of my searching toes and squinting brow.

I remember kind strangers and brave adventure; the beauty and revelation of dirty drums found deep inside of me and the knowing that my heart’s hand had always rested its palm against their homesick skins.

I remember non-vegetarian pepper soups, month-long rainstorm lullabies, and sleepy traffic thick with hot metal bodies and impromptu window snacks. I sigh… stroking through a sea of dissonant horns and agile bodies that careen between cars hurling both barter and abuse.

Unassuming streetside glamour – heavy hipped women in red and gold; a body of water full of reeds and houses on sticks expands under a concrete stretch to Victoria Island. I remember being told to “pronounce yoruba with my mouth wide open” and to shine my eye.

The fake tears of Nollywood flicks; the fierce intellect and ambition that spat in the face of stereotype; the sighting of East African backsides that saw me too. I remember hungry boys pouncing on car windows and I remember looking away…