A-Q Lyrics
Class Of ’66 Lyrics, the 9th track of this album, A-Q reflects on Nigeria’s political journey, weaving a narrative that is both nostalgic and forward-thinking. This track is a masterclass in storytelling and lyrical dexterity.
Class of ’66 Lyrics
Fellow NigeriansNigerians have shed much bloodThe thought of further bloodshed for whatever reasons must be revolting to our people
It’s a cycle we createYou survive or you’re replacedLet’s take it back to ‘66 before 5 naira had my faceFor 6 years I ruled this placeAll they wanted was my placeTook me from my home it wouldn’t be long before they assassinateCoup d’etats and coup de graceThe silence of the godsAguiyi Ironsi for my country bruhThey dragged me through the mudBetter take it back to moving forwardBefore they landed on our shoresThe colonization of the boyJust know they never left the soilIt was just another ployKept it bloodless and deployedMy own people to destroy meJoseph Garba was the voiceCaught me lacking on the jobSomewhere balling up abroadHanded back the reins and faded for 9 years I had destroyedThe foundation of the nationThe people had no choiceWasn’t my fault I had to please the people that put me in positionIt’s even war and more divisionTribal retributionWar crimes and genocide I’m lucky I never went to prisonWanted to pump the brakesWanted to be something greatThere was no escapeFriday the 13th will eventually seal my fateWasn’t up for no debateThey had my face on the 20 naira note to compensate for my disgraceI don’t appreciateRiddled my Benz with bullet holesHit my driver in the faceFelt the bullets crack my ribsMy soul began to elevateThe museum house my car nowBlood soaked inside the seatsThe execution of Suka Dimka would never bring me peaceJustice for the weakI learnt from their mistakesThey call me the evil genius before I was head of stateI planned the perfect coup impeccable no plans for youBecame the face of 419 I made it thrive inside the youthFirst of all, I killed my friendsMarman Vasa met his endSurrounded by loyaltyDomkat Bali held defenseAnnulled the June 12 electionMade him sit inside the cellHe helped me with the mediaI helped his name live on as wellPlotted to kill me several timesGideon Oka almost had meUnderground tunnels in my apartment skid off with my familyAbacha came to my rescuePromised him I’d pass it onMade it easy interim governor with Ernest ShonekanHe took it to another levelAs we watched the country burnHad to get him outta thereBefore he had another run
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It’s a cycle we createYou survive or you’re replacedLet’s take it back to ‘66 before
Money changed me you just mad cos you stayed the sameI was once you before favor cameI was once told I’d never make a nameI was once told “you’re not ready for it”Was never gonna play the gameI’ve seen way too many on their way to fameBut for every Wizkid like a million failedI just held on to the keys like “ready for it” (hmm)Open doors how you coping bruhWe got so broke broke vocal cordsNow blood sweat and tears all soak the floorLooking for the big picture in PolaroidsAll hope is gone It’s just me that’s leftNeed to step up to be the bestNeed more than where the staircase leads me nextNeed more than the ice and “you’re not ready for it” (hmm)There’s more to life (uh)We couldn’t eat like a hunger strikeBefore the dark nights and I saw the lightAnd the military regime opened the doors to strifeYou held green leaves when you’re walking byStuck it on car wipes when forced to driveBarricaded roads soldiers holding gunsHands steady gripping on my older ones uh (ready for it)Got too big for the programTime couldn’t beat the composure of my old man (ready for it)Everything moving like a slow danceOne false move and it’s bye to the whole fam uh (ready for it)Wasn’t new to himSurvived the civil war and the coup d’etatSt Lucifer staring in the eyes of executionersYou’re not (ready for it) uhFela performing at his shrine at nightGovernment took his mother’s lifeMy unc walks around with a broken skullThey killed his mother on the open floor (you’re not ready…)And left his daddy in his own bloodLeft eye missing don’t get started with the roll call (you’re no ready…)1 9 6 6 massacre no bluffTried to lowball it’s something you shouldn’t go for (ready for it)Before Abacha ate the appleBefore June 12 and ‘93’s battleBefore Naira was 21 to a dollarI was a pauper in a room full of ballers (ready for it)Still I pop my collarsRaised in a land that’s not my father’sRaised in a place that’s made for cadaversMany escaped through Internet servers (ready for it) uhBut I survived it all (you’re not ready for it)What you saying on your minor blogs (you’re not ready for it)What you saying when you’re rapping bruh (you’re not ready for it)I can’t sit through the dialogue (you’re not ready…)We in a time of warThe cycle repeats and you’re blind to all1966 to 2026 that’s 60 long years to (you’re not ready for it)
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