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I’m ready for all types of scenarios
The glowing, flowing, growing oratory yo
Back then it was all about the Babygro
Time will change the status quo
My people where you at? Oh!
If life gives you lemons, make a rum and coke
Find a nice somebody and just elope
Jump all over the terrain like antelopes
Or deer, my dear this is no joke
That other stuff had the tendency to choke
Kill ‘em with the lyrical overdose
It never was about the centrefold
They don’t even attempt to break the mould
Brothers and sisters, continue the revolt
The revolution has been foretold
While they all act remote-controlled
Komla and Jim Tycho
The tiger, the shadow
Remain standing for Komla the Great
Instigate new plans to formulate
Articulate prose and poetry to annihilate
Pack a heavy right-handed jab, heavyweight
Neutralise the acid, sodium bicarbonate
And that’s the way this brother vibrates
You can carry on sofa-sitting, vegetate
And keep ignoring the use-by-date
Make sure your evidence is always up to date
Y’all, make a mistake and he’s a ball-ache
Man understand this is give and take
If I’d a known you were coming, I’d a baked a fat cake with corn flakes
Retake the remake for Pete’s sake
This Ghanaian MC, don’t underrate
Or underestimate
The pidgin and Ewe flow which often resonates
Komla and Jim Tycho
The tiger, the shadow
Resonates with the numerate brethren who like to keep it straight
And narrow, we will dominate
The landscape, it’s all about procreate
They perpetrate and precipitate the stalemate
The damage they cause I couldn’t estimate
Or overstate, it’s so easy to palpate
I don’t wanna continue to pontificate
But I have to penetrate your mind state
And let Tycho orchestrate
This musical marinade on which I narrate (narration!)
And lacerate with the sharp wit, irrigate
Some of them just wanna intimidate
And that negativity they propagate
Undesirable vibe they radiate
And yet the audience continue to rate
That second-rate stuff they put on your plate
Aww mate!
Komla and Jim Tycho
The tiger, the shadow
These hands were made for hot kenkey
Nothing quite like kenkey for breakfast
Little bigger than a jacket potato
Muesli for breakfast? No, gimme kenkey
This one be dapper shirt and tie
Or tie and dye, this flow one of a kind
92 fashion, linen, Adwoa Yankey
Take this buy some agatha for your pikin
Aboski trouser dey come back
Full circle cha, don’t take life play chacha
It hot so burger wear knicker
Nkatee burger, nyebro, he be feeling brother
Palmwine Highlife, Jama, Borborbor
I go ride my bike all the way to Odorkor
Kaneshie market, Spacecar or trotro
This Wray and Nephew dey like Kasapreko
These hands were made for hot kenkey
Hot kenkey
Ho-ho-hot kenkey
Robert Mensah goalkeeper number one
Deka, baako, ekome, go back to the kalabule
To the old school, Joy Ride, Mugu Yaro
Ikebe Super, Trade Fair, Agya Koo Nimo
Then my sis dey rock pompijo
Chop some red-red or some omo-tuo
Sunday afternoon, meat me there
Be there or be square, chale play fair
Broda, those were the days what?
You feel say I dey play?
Go crob haircut, sakora kose
Make my beans Bambara, Oga know say
Weytin koraa be Curly Wurly?
Chale make we go fry some kelewele
Wear boxers or you go get chilly willy
Silly Billy many thanks for all your charity
But we don’t always agree with that imagery
That constant portrayal of my people
That no be how wanna people dey oh
Oh!
These hands were made for hot kenkey
Hot kenkey
Ho-ho-hot kenkey
Fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away
Fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away
Ay caramba, Cowabunga
It all falls down, game of Jenga
You’re under attack, an ambush of tigers
Too high to get over too low to get under
Look, come hell or high water
Regenerate like a salamander
Do it for the thrill like a puffer fish dinner
Disappearing act
Like Houdini in a Lamborghini
With the cunning foresight of third little piggy
Brick lyrics for nitpicking critics
Handpicked to inflict metaphysic optics
This is not rap anymore it’s a TED Talk
It’s all about the honeypot
Then the rapper took his shirt off, money shot
Grab your crotch and get the job botched
Warlord or warhorse
Scream so much he’s gone hoarse
Fly away to go where?
Anywhere but here, just take me there
Fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away
Fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away
Tiger Shadow logo on the back of the Kimono
Chale this is nice gimme more
Que sera sera
The type to blast Cutty Ranks on the Cutty Sark
Tigers from afar claustrophobic on Noah’s Ark
This is what I brought you from Accra
Koala fingerprints
Same as human so what the heck do you think
They would do when they find out we are the same
Urban to suburban to savannah plain
Tiger Shadow logo on the back of the Kimono
Chale this is nice gimme more
Tiger Shadow logo on the back of the Kimono
Chale this is nice gimme more
Tiger Shadow logo on the back of the Kimono
Chale this is nice gimme more
Really though brother feel me flow
More funk than a billy goat
Stripe 3 EP was recorded in 2019 at The Nave in Leeds and was released in December 2019.
Produced by Jim Tycho & Matt Peel
Mixed & Mastered by Matt Peel
Guitars, Bass, Synths, Stylophone etc. - Jim Tycho
Vocals - Komla MC
Drums and Percussion by Alex Mercer
All Lyrics written by Komla MC
All Music written by Jim Tycho