Lyrics No Shortcut to Heaven - M.anifest, Obrafour

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