Cold Blood, Hot Drum

[Intro]

Agogo ring

We awake

Cold air bite

Heart stay brave

From the block to the bay

Same blood

New lane (yeah)

[Verse 1]

Omo oju ori

I came from dust

Shaki for the pot

Now it’s lobster crust

Mummy say “dekun

” I still chase the rush

If I fall down once

I go rise and hush

From Shitta to South with my name on a gate

Green passport

Grey sky

Same kind of hate

Jacket puffy

Eyes red

Breath in the frost

But the drip so loud

They can’t count the cost

Eko l’awa

But we live in the ends

Na the same hard ground

Na the same fake friends

Ọ̀nà mi l’ọna mi

I don’t bend

I don’t beg

If you step out of line

We go shift you off leg (hey!)

[Chorus]

Cold blood

Hot drum

We outside

From the shrine to the block

That’s my side

Ẹ kúule

Step in

That’s my tribe

If you know

Then you know

We survive

Cold blood

Hot drum

Chest ice

But the groove in my vein still spice

Ọmọ Yoruba

Broad day

Head high

If you ride

Then you ride

Till we die

[Verse 2]

Kilo n’sele? Bros

We don’t run from smoke

Turn pain to a plan

Turn hope to a quote

Gbedu in my skull when I walk on road

Every stride say “never go back to broke”

Diaspora demon

But I pray like priest

Ọ̀rọ̀ mi bitter

But my plate have feast

From Agege bread to a five-course dish

Still bless that woman wey share one fish

Ọlọrun ma je

I forget where I’m from

Flag on my back when I step in the slums

If I speak Queen’s tongue

Still I talk like son

Of the brown sand

Black sky

First-born one (woah)

[Chorus]

Cold blood

Hot drum

We outside

From the shrine to the block

That’s my side

Ẹ kúule

Step in

That’s my tribe

If you know

Then you know

We survive

Cold blood

Hot drum

Chest ice

But the groove in my vein still spice

Ọmọ Yoruba

Broad day

Head high

If you ride

Then you ride

Till we die

[Bridge]

Ẹ gbe s’oke

Raise hand

Don’t fold

Ẹ ma bẹrù

Stand firm in the cold

We be bronze

We be gold

We be stone

We be steel

Ọmọ odùduwà

This pride too real

[Chorus]

Cold blood

Hot drum

We outside

From the shrine to the block

That’s my side

Ẹ kúule

Step in

That’s my tribe

If you know

Then you know

We survive

Cold blood

Hot drum

Chest ice

But the groove in my vein still spice

Ọmọ Yoruba

Broad day

Head high

If you ride

Then you ride

Till we die (till we die)