Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Oleku (feat. Brymo) , by - Ice Prince. Release date: 20.09.2010
Song language: English
Oleku (feat. Brymo) |
| Oleku, tell me something we I no fit do |
| Yo bo kpo bo kpo ma lo tu |
| Mo de ji mo je di |
| Mo de ji month de ji a |
| Hope you’re ready ah |
| She feeling the boy eh (x6) |
| Okay, I’m so interesting |
| Its why they say that I’m the next thing |
| See even on features I’m impressing |
| People do hate but I’m flexing |
| Yeah I learned a lesson |
| They throw me shot but I’m chesting |
| I’m far from pop, my pop is resting |
| I flow so bad my tongue is vexing |
| Yeah, no one is testing |
| I’m best by far is what I’m guessing |
| One two three I win like wrestling |
| I cannot lose, I’m with the best team |
| Yeah, I’m the boy with the fire |
| The DJ’s giving me more spin than a tyre |
| Seen it all, done it all, sang in the choir |
| Feeling like a tenor here only getting higher |
| Okay, I’m so exciting |
| The game’s being dull, but I’m igniting |
| Positive flow, I’m so attracting |
| Whether freestyles or even writing |
| Yeah I put my life in |
| The breath don’t cut, I put the knife in |
| My left hand weak I put the right in |
| Take my bus from J to Brighton |
| I see the lightening |
| I know sometimes the rain is frightening |
| No matter how hard the sea is red in |
| So when you hear Ice Prince you hype him |
| I don’t try plenty |
| I de rap, I de sing, I de come MC |
| There’s too many songs and I’m never empty |
| Na you chop stone if you want tempt me |
| Okay, I’m so contagious |
| And no one’s ever done this good for ages |
| I put my foot in hell courageous |
| Too many verse like bible pages |
| And I hope they play this |
| So I can grow up from low to apex |
| Until my account is vast and shapeless |
| Too many songs but mine is latest |
| Yeah so long my haters |
| I’m getting my cake I’m on the cake list |
| Beating my chest I’m on the ape list |
| You should be honoured and bow to greatness |
| See my name’s getting famous |
| My team’s fire, you cannot flame us |
| Na papa God work, you cannot blame us |
| Hate in vain when haters rock Amos |