Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Shortcut to Heaven, artist - M.anifest. Date of issue: 17.12.2013
Song language: English
No Shortcut to Heaven |
| Tie, abrabɔ nyina ara ne woanamɔntuo |
| Asetena mu nkunimdie nyina ara gyina wo so |
| Nanso sɛ woanka ntini mu a etire a yɛde so daeɛ mpo kafra |
| Mframa de huu pɛ adeɛ a ɔnya oo |
| Nsa a ɛnnyɛ adwuma nso ɛnsɛ na adidi oo |
| Hwɛ M. anifest adanseɛ ɛne m’afutuo |
| Tie wɔ asopa mu ɛbɛboa wo |
| See I dey slack worrying about all the things I dey lack |
| Young gifted and black, gift of gab and I rap |
| I suppose I should clap, give thanks and give dap |
| Put my son on my lap, or run a victory lap |
| Opportunity knocks but we too deaf to hear |
| Put to death our fears, bring to life our dreams |
| We outchea we don’t adhere to regular rules |
| Our mamas fasting and praying for us secular fools |
| We some reckless dudes, lust for shoes and jewels |
| New chucks custom made and such, golden stools |
| Mysterious life, Nancy Drew shared no clues |
| Curious knife stabbed us now we bleed and bruise |
| Confusing wants with needs, what I want and need? |
| A house in Trasacco, a villa in Ada with jet skis |
| Jet setting and the minutes turn to seconds |
| And I reckon no question make every first I get the best impression |
| So just suppose, I juxtapose |
| Me now with me when I was sixteen years old |
| Innocence lost in less than fifteen years though |
| I’m distinguished, so they can’t extinguish my flow |
| I overpowered all these cowards, dem no go fit, dem need juju |
| I know I don’t have to pound them, neat fufu |
| Me ɛnyɛ ɔtwea, w’ani tua, So I save, susu |
| No shortcuts to heaven, ask Yesu, it’s true |
| Tie, abrabɔ nyina ara ne woanamɔntuo |
| Asetena mu nkunimdie nyina ara gyina wo so |
| Nanso sɛ woanka ntini mu a etire a yɛde so daeɛ mpo kafra |
| Mframa de huu pɛ adeɛ a ɔnya oo |
| Nsa a ɛnnyɛ adwuma nso ɛnsɛ na adidi oo |
| Hwɛ M. anifest adanseɛ ɛne m’afutuo |
| Tie wɔ asopa mu ɛbɛboa wo |
| No shortcut to heaven |
| Kwantia biara nni hɔ a ɛpue Aheman mu oo |
| Gyesɛ wo bre mogya |
| Wo bre mogya |
| Gyesɛ wo bre mogya ani |
| No shortcut to heaven |
| Kwantia biara nni hɔ a ɛpue Aheman mu oo |
| Gyesɛ wo bre mogya |
| Gyesɛ wo bre mogya |
| Gyesɛ wo bre mogya ani |
| I’ve been down this road before |
| Down on my knees I wrote this for |
| All of my peeps that’s looking for more |
| Nevertheless we shock them in awe |
| Some of the boys dey do fraud |
| Sakawa tings but dear lord |
| Who do you blame, economy lame, pour my heart on G-Mo chords |
| Dead bodies on front pages of newspapers scary |
| They call it daily graphic cause it’s graphic on a daily |
| I see it whiles in traffic when they trafficking the dailies |
| Life in the milky way doesn’t taste like baileys |
| Wish it did, remember as a little kid |
| Kofi Kyintoh severed head the pictures were big |
| Cautionary tale, scars still prevail |
| If you scared of heights don’t get to the ledge or hold the rails |
| I rose past the ceiling, from underdog to villain |
| Treat this biz like a sniper, bound to make a killing |
| Mixed feelings for promoters and corporate double dealings |
| Read the fine print, Amet will catch the double meanings |
| I double dare you to be more debonair |
| We on the elevator cruising up they climbing the stairs |
| Dem dey watch, dem dey stare, they marvel at my career |
| I no dey care, though they try to steal to my spot musical chairs |
| Photo flashes when I’m present but my essence, they couldn’t capture |
| I know they can never see coming like the rapture |
| Fame put the iron in my name, Margaret Thatcher |
| No shortcuts to heaven, ebe true brethren |