In Conversation With Peekei

It was sunny on a fine Sunday afternoon when I caught up with budding rap giant, Peekei at his West Hills residence in Accra for a one on one interview which I have been coordinating to no avail since the year began.

We sat at his living room to begin the interview when he asked me “where are the questions” and I became evidently shocked as I had planned the interview to be “freestyle”, that means we talk about just everything that will excite his fans, I explained.

It was then that the hip pop new entrant explained that he will rather I publish the full lyrics of his first single Akwaaba do that his fans will get familiar “ you see, all that we will talk about today will not excite my fans so publish the lyrics of my song and come back after a week with questions.

The conversation did not end there, but for the sake of respect for Peekei's hustle, I reproduce for your reading pleasure the full lyrics of Peekei's Akwaaba with the hope that nest week, we will get upclose and personal with the hip-hop artist.

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......