Lyrics 8pm in Tema - Kwesi Arthur

8pm in Tema

Verses of harmony them for play this for church
I told them meyɛ dihyeɛ but nobody see ma worth
They think I don’t deserve it but I no come to impress
Had to work work night and days for this to work
Be like they no wan' understand me
Me bout' to win souls what’s a Grammy
They thought I’ll never get ahead until they got behind me
Masa I no dey want you beef if u can’t treat ma family
Apuu!
Trying to turn rags to riches
Wei yɛ asikyire nsuo ne tea bread flow, fuck being pretentious
Two cedis and a dream, fools you were deamed
Eyi foɔ no nyɛ me portion but damn me meyɛ gem
I told Abil we go win, wode twɛn bro
Mekae nyiɛma wode yɛɛyɛ m’ani taa nsuo
Atirimuodenɔbɔɔ nyinaa yɛbɛyɛ nu tenfold
Yɛbɛ ni wo all the places where they can’t go
Stupid boys from the streets here in
Tema wiase nyinaa ra go hear ma voice
Wonka nyansasɛm mane meserɛ wo ɛnha me with stupid noise
Had to tell this fools, stop, that be when they get the point
If you cross the line mede Nyame gyawu you’ve made your choice
I keep ma poise
Never give them the cold shoulder
Pray for enemies borla car wey go run them over
Mek’asɛ mɛyɛ the hottest on the planet no mo agye andi
Marki wei nso next year we go pull up in a rover
It’s over, no more pretending, no more pretending
How you go cross over all the bridges you’re burning
Mene mango dwea sɛ me ne ne perming
Nea mofrɛ no loss no me me frɛ no learning
Faith in ma palms reality be have to face
And, raising ma arms book of Psalms keep the faith
And menhia mu verification to keep me safe
This go be the introduction if Yehowa makes a tape…
None of you be safe
Feeding on rappers I’m getting out of shape
Ghetto hero I for get myself a cape
S.E.
me wuaa mun mu nieɛma fo ma wake
Man fuck these neggas all you don’t wanna get involved
Kill’em all we gon show them no remorse
Ground up to the tippy tippy top
Ground up to the tippy tippy op