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Many a man owes his success to his first wife and his second wife to his success

An ideal wife is any wife who has an ideal husband

some might say u're a smooth criminal
taking advantage of the lost children
they hounded you like a stranger in moscow
you told 'em all to beat it
they made you scream
and yell "leave me alone"
now you've gone too soon
they tried to make you look bad
but we know now for sure you are the man in the mirror
the one with so much human nature
who reached out to touch and heal the world
not caring for face black or white
letting us know we are the world
today you stare down at us speechless
your heart and the angels humming the earth song. . . . . . .

i swear dis wan no be commentary,
baby walahi na only ur name full my diary,
i no wan yarn plenty like documentary,
my love 4 u don pass elementary,
e full throwey pass sand sand for kalahari,
becuz of u i fit burn my salary,
swim atlantic ocean with ferry,
even sef fight lion inside kenya safari,
4 ur hand i go taka with uncle sege, IBB plus Buhari
if u gree 4 me to God i no go f**k up like scolari,
if u no come gree nko, nna d sick go pass dysentery. . . . .

Closed legs don't get fed!

jumoke 90:
just finished MIRACLE, now i want to read a Jackie Collins novel

Abeg u fit borrow me. . . . .

baby from d moment i set my eyes on u,
i be like small pikin wey jus comot belle,
sick don run leave me,
i no fit even remember how dem dey cry,
and frown no dey my dictionary again,
my whole mind na so so smiles,
i been no fine but u touche' me up,
book i no sabi but u teash me well,
na different, different love song ur heart dey play,
all na to remind me sey u always dey near
evryday u jus dey love me dey go,
show me another u wey go make me trip d more. . . . . .

baby from d day wey u enter my life,
things jus dey happen like dream,
everything about me just begin set,
even my pepper rest,
e be me like rainy season 4 waterside,
d blessings jus dey pour non-stop
and miracles na my daily bread,
i dey waka now like odeshi,
my mind dey cu'lee,
and i stand well well 4 ground. . . . .

chei, she don run me down,
wetin i go come talk sey i be 4 dis town!?
in fact, now dem dey call me clown,
to God if i see road, i go drown,
i siddon look loss my crown,
people yarn me but i no gree da'un,
she remove me sokoto gimme gown,
now see me, plenty regret and frown. . . . .

omo e no funny,
come see cunny,
use one mouth dey call me honey,
meana while'a 4 1 corner she dey saa'ma my money,
grooving from shell estate to natony,
all dis with dat ur pastor bro. Tony,
i no soji sey all na wetin oyibo call phony. . . . . .

anywhere i go 4 warri,
na so people dey tell me sorry,
shame dey heavy my head to carry,
well sha i no too worry,
sometimes d thing dey be like curry,
other times e go sweet like strawberry,
i know sey 1 day God go send my own to marry. . . . . .

my fellow rhymers, una dey fantastic,
in fact un don too coca-stic,
i hear sey we thread don cross atlantic,
dis wan no be yam, beans, stone or plastic,
d levelz don high sotey e dey enter systematic,
ogbonge people yanfu with orishirishi ogbonge tactic,
anyhow u want am, as long as sey na poetic,
shey u dey find romantic,
abi na pesin wey go analyse like critic,
or d magic wan wey oyinbo call mystic,
abi na plenty grammar wan wey my teesha call scholarstic,
or d wan wey get plenty katakata wey oyinbo call dramatic,
any which wan, we go scatter ya head like mr. boombastic. . . . .

shuo, semid na fight ?
ol' boy no vex, u get right,
some people no dey see even sey dem get sight,
u no jus try, in fact u tight,
see d way u dey flow like light,
ur gist clear sotey e dey bright,
pesin wey no like fit carry flight,
go obodo oyibo find im height,
no mind dem, dem no fit bite,
if dem no like, make dem leave we site. . . . .

na d love of my life dis wan be about
lai lai dis baby she no be tout,
of dat i no get doubt,
she no dey shack stout,
her steppings omo i no fit shout,
wen we comot go out,
dis wan no be sey i dey make mouth,
her levelz correct north to south. . . . .

she delicious like sumtyn to lick,
wen she halla na sharply i dey pick,
her voice dey make my heart tick,
1 minute and e be like make i return quick,
if she free me like dodo i go weak,
in fact i go jus turn to stick. . . . .

Gbosa, Gbosa. . . . no be Eedris Abdulkareem,
no begin look like na film,
na RuuDie and im All-star team,
and we dey carry d Surulere dream,
o' sha mo' na we be creme de la creme,
our pocket too fat to trim,
omo boy brain too much to scheme,
our light no fit ever dim,
while u dey struggle with fence we don scale d beam,
u still dey read, no time we don skim,
papers we dey carry for ream,
no dulling ahead full steam!

Maedan u too mush,
even 4 midninth sef u no jus rush,
u jus cul'ee polish ur rhymes with brush,
ngwa nu 4 u, 1 bottle of crush,
i hope sey u dey go shursh,
e necessary 4 sush,
make all bad belle dem flush,
so we dem no go fit tosh,
or even near who'sai we reash. . . .