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Crown Of Clay – Vector × M.I Abaga × Pheelz (Song Of The Day)

Can a song ever be too much? Too good? Too complete? Crown of Clay by Vector, M.I Abaga, and Pheelz proves that the answer is YES.
After years of feuding was brought to an end with the aid of Hennessy, Vector and M.I finally got in the studio and blessed the world with a collaboration that is worthy of their names.

Crown of clay is peak hip-hop. Good enough to introduce the outside world to Nigeria’s hip-hop scene. Great enough to compete with any production from anywhere else in the world.
And a better producer couldn’t have been found on the African continent for this sound, than Pheelz.

If Vector and M.I would be bringing their cerebral prowess and creative ingenuity together for the first time officially, there is no better theme than this.
They were not selfish by limiting their talking points to Nigeria’s woes, although those are enough for an album. Instead, they aim for black excellence.

On crown of clay, the strength of Africa and the black race is emphasized. Our confidence, pride, intelligence, creativity, and might.
A comb is taken through the continent to highlight our problems too.

From Uganda and Bobi Wine to the #EndSARS protest and soro soke. Clamping down on the voice of the oppressed, and forcing freedom fighters into exile.
History is also revisited with the influx and weaponization of foreign religions and the whitewashing of African history.
Once again, how did you discover something that has already been public knowledge for centuries?

It would do you a world of good to google every word or phrase you do not understand from the lyrics to this song.
Listening and reading through the lyrics, I can see a lot of historical gems that if dug into, can unveil a lot of African history that would blow your mind. Maybe you should start from King Jaja of Opobo.
And if you know what “Odeshi” means, then you would know the importance of having “Odeshi” on his black skin.

I must mention that the vocal ability of Pheelz is underappreciated. Having previously heard him drop hooks on some Olamide songs, I wish he gets to do this more often.
The video by Olu The Wave strengthens the song even more. It is multilayered, and I hope to discover more about it as I watch, again and again.

The only way Crown of Clay could have been any better was for Olamide to have a verse on it. As a matter of fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if Pheelz or someone else either leaks or release a version featuring Olamide in the future.
I hope this masterpiece gets discovered and appreciated by Blacks and Africans all over the world.

Hopefully, Nigerian hip-hop gets the spotlight shone on it and gets properly introduced to the world.
I also hope this collaboration encourages more collaborations in our hip-hop scene. The beefs might have brought us this far, but it is certain that cooperation will take us further.

Crown Of Clay Lyrics

[Intro: M.I Abaga]
My father told me when I was around, the day
He took me to the river sat me down to pray
Right there in the water to the sound of pain
From the mud, he fashioned me a crown of clay
It’s why no one can ever take this sound away
Took me to the water sat me down to pray
And right there by the river to the sound of pain
Form the mud he fashioned me a…

[Verse 1: Vector]
Welcome to the bloodline of the black kings
Real life, black scenеs
The Black church, black thought, black sins
Uganda, Bobi wine, “magazines”
Nеws flash but old news, like since
We can’t speak, Judge me, my genes
A’n soro soke, s’an gbo loke? Quite mean
But you can’t hold the voices
Some of them go burst out!
We have way too many voices
This is CLUBHOUSE!

I’m African and blessed
I hold it down even when I face stress
The kind of punches wey fit make your face dey press
I mean if life is a bitch then this is sex
It’s Big Dick energy when I flex
I think them scared of me is my guess
What’s beef to a man from the west? Cowboy
Heart to a man with the chest? How boy?

Treasure wey I carry deep within
But society in getting in-between
The thing long like many limousines
But I dey, King no dey japa
People of opobo, This King ja ja
Story of a slave to a king
Barrack boy wey dey relate many things
No be ahsawo if I fuck many queens
You see this crown of clay’s really a thing, King!

[Hook: Pheelz]
Instinct, only got the grind in my system
Many water pass wey for drown men
Nothing shake the strength of a black man
Black man, in-in me
Blood of my forefathers in me
Steady chasing that paper daily
Orishirishi men dem be tryna
But odeshi dey for my black skin
You see the young kings
Odeshi de for my black skin

[Verse 2: M.I Abaga]
Yo, M.I
Welcome to the bloodline of black queens
Who birth the black dream
From their black hips then covered us with black wings
Women with the heart of a king, like drag queens
My mother told me wash your head in the black streams
For the soil on which you toil has gasoline
Born in the water the fire, that steam
By the riverside where niggas dey high, the grass green
If they mess with you they get one eye like black beans

The Ancestors are starting to speak more loudly
Proudly I listen to what they saying about me
We all sinners but God was in us before they sent us on slave ships and consecrated Israel and Saudi
That means our villages are holy grounds
Traditions and our names they all are holy sounds
The wealth that’s in our continent was stolen out
But what they going do with me when they can’t control me now (arhhh!)

When I rap is like the Sun go dark
I discovered hidden flows tell me who the fuck is mungo park?!
White supremacist? This shit! uncle park
You talking to a Black King with a disgruntled heart
My nigga king!

[Hook: Pheelz]
Instinct, only got the grind in my system
Many water pass wey for drown men
Nothing shake the strength of a black man
Black man, in-in me
Blood of my forefathers in me
Steady chasing that paper daily
Orishirishi men dem be tryna
But odeshi dey for my black skin
You see the young kings
Odeshi de for my black skin