Gear Up For A Great Year!

As we begin a New Year, I would like to see everyone happy and ready for it, each day of the journey. I wish for everyone a great year! 2014 marked the beginning of my music vocation here in Ghana. #AKWAABA is the first single from me, out on the internet for Free Download. (It will not be like that always!)

I have shot a video for #AKWAABA, travelling across East & Southern Africa; exploring the beauty of our rich continent. I will bring you all of these spectacular scenes from Lusaka, Nairobi and Mombasa in the Video which will be available on my YouTube channel on January 15.

On Christmas day, December 25th, I joined other staff members of Kente Rythms, my label, to make a humble donation of food items to the Eye Of God Orphanage near Nsawam. It was a great feeling I had interacting with young ones with many dreams!

I share with you, by words, the lyrics of #AKWAABA just so you get familiar. Gear up for a great year with me.

AKWAABA, PEEKEI
Chorus
I just got around
I've been underground
You won't know me till you know me make you no dey frown

Hold me down
Mo Mami akwaaba
Mami Mami Mami Mami akwaaba
They miss me with the real rap
where I'm from they get cold black
Nobody love you when you broke jack
Hope you get the picture no Kodak
I'm heavy weight never fall back
You get bad mind nigga hold that
Ghana man style
Everyday be Ramadan ah
And the weather is always kinda hot
Oh mine we be burning
These blind followers learning what they cannot see

I'm the man the try hard but the cannot be
Like me
I do it right spike lee
I no dey write style free
She calls me mama Africa's aborted baby when I'm in a spaceship with a foreign lady

Got motivated by rap from 80s
Congratulate me I already made it
Life was Hard meditated and penetrated
Now fake friends feel animated
I elevated
Chorus.
I know what they want but I give em exactly what they deserve

No superstar got super bars that will save the world

Industry better know me well
You gone play yourself for trying to play moi
These rappers faking like and1
Still popping bottles like hand guns
I travel round the world like a ball player
Better cough your wifey im a girl taker
You know where I'm going see you there later (top floor)

Shitting on you haters like a bird nigga
I'm a don but they call me king
Me be best rapper bring Carter in
I will get head while I slaughter him
They gone complement on my confidence
Witty flow from this African will blow yo mind like an Afghanistan

In the booth I get live in there
I'm the truth they need a bible here
I make em drop the mic and then disappear
SCRAM!!!!!!
Chorus......