Dremo – Fela (Panda Cover)

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Dremo pays tribute to one of his most inspiring musical icons and arguably Africa’s biggest musical export Fela Anikulapo-Kuti with the fiery hip-hop banger.

Dremo goes back to his hardcore hip-hop roots with this track, which is bound to capture the attention of any music lover. This track’s instrumentation is sampled from “Panda” by Kanye West’s artiste

 

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[Lyrics]

 

[Intro – Fela iku’kula’po Kuti]

My father was a Pastor; y’know, a Missionary

And, everything had to be English

We were not even allowed to speak

Our country’s language in schools

They called it, language of the country

They called our own languages, Vernacular

English was the real language I had to speak in school

So, everything was English

 

My name is Ani’kula’po “Oluwa!”

I have death, in my pouch. I can’t die “Baba Nla!”

They can’t kill me “Turn up!”

 

[Verse 1]

Fela ti pada wa, I want to light up the Shawarma

Two chains on, no shirts on

Niggas say cheese to the camera

Two hands up in the air, like say you get yawa with Olopa

Please don’t try to interfere, when am getting cake like it’s 15th of October

Ani’kula’po, Kuti! .. Ani’kula’po, Kuti!

Everyday na like my birthday, talkin’bout the government na my duty

Fornication and adultery, Omo na big sin

That’s why you see me getting married to any kind of shawdy wey I give D!

I’m simply that special type of guy, lat’Abeokuta

Always wanna try new things

I dey pull strings like I dey play guitar

Typical African wey go study music for London, instead of Medicine

I gat two things on, just my mic and my panties

 

[Chorus] x2

Afro-beat .. High life!

Smoking weed .. High life!

27 .. House wives!

I dey do whatever I like

 

[Bridge]

Prrrrrr-rrrrrrr-rrrr! – yaah!

“My name is Ani’kula’po

Ara-ra-ra-raaa! .. Oro-ro-ro-rooo!”

 

[Verse 2]

Dey Shrine, Stoned! These rappers want my star cloned

Green light, Go! Agree, you’re fucking with the right pro

Omo Eckō, Omo Gbanko .. boy, I get it with my eyes closed

Heard your record, shit is whack though

We just dey spread am like bar-code

Cut it, cut it .. getting the paper with Bagco

Bugatti Veyron o fast o, find me the one wey get Nitro

Cut it, cut it .. burning tyre, burning weed up

I roll up, it’s the re-up, AB kush fucking me up

Got fresh goons, looking G’d up

Girls take turn to beat the meat up

Got fans that could die for me, and that’s what I call true love

 

[Chorus] x2

Afro-beat .. High life!

Smoking weed .. High life!

27 .. House wives!

I dey do whatever I like

 

[Hook]

Typical African wey go study music for London, instead of Medicine

I gat two things on, just my mic and my panties

 

Prrrrrr-rrrrrrr-rrrr! – yaah!

 

[Outro – Fela Ani’kula’po Kuti]

Music is the weapon

 

Ara-ra-ra-ra; Oro-ro-ro-ro oo

 

“This’a hell of a mission, this’a hell of profession

Hate to so abort the mission, plan is to re-do the mission

This’a hell of a mission, fantasy turn a profession

This’a fun in profession, can’t afford to fail the mission

{Fela .. Fela !!}” x till fade

 

Music is the weapon

Music is the weapon of the future