[Hook: Xplain D Don]
They say I'm a king, yea I move like a don
Rhymes galore, it's smooth like velour
But still it's like a lion how I roar
Now call me the Amayanabo
They say I'm a king, yea I move like a don nigga
Rhymes galore, it's smooth like velour
But still it's like a lion how I roar
Now pronounce me the Amayanabo

[Verse 1: Xplain D Don]
Sunday morning Cookey's compound, I'm getting turnt
Nickname the weed Usher Raymond, just let it burn
Sip the wine, bite the flesh off the chicken bone
Proceed to spitting poems with my cousin Livingstone
Then we take a little walk to John Africa
To sip on some of that ekpetesi that's gon' damage ya
Politicking over war-canoe houses;
While we be steady scoping on these broads in their blouses
I'm talking damsels like Linda Jaja
Even teenagers and cougars dey dig am scatter
Alcohol in the system, we drink and stagger
Your favorite rapper ain't got bars, now give am charger
Me, I dominate beats like Jojo did the oil trade
Now pay heed to what the son of the soil says
Opobo boy spitting rhymes, no comparison
Red robe, looking resplendent like Dandison

[Hook: Xplain D Don]
They say I'm a king, yea I move like a don
Rhymes galore, it's smooth like velour
But still it's like a lion how I roar
Now call me the Amayanabo
They say I'm a king, yea I move like a don
Rhymes galore, it's smooth like velour
But still it's like a lion how I roar
Now pronounce me the Amayanabo

[Verse 2: Xplain D Don]
It's New Year's day so we rocking with Ogelemkpa
Clutching on some Gordon gin, hoping that it stays intact
Bare chested, wrapper tied with the tribal paint
All black vans masked with the wire tape
Amayanabo o kuru ke though?
Bobos no want hear unless them see their names for payroll
I guess it's time to constitute a nuisance
Even elderly niggas dey showcase youthful exuberance
I'm talking rival clashes with Ofornogu
While trying not to step foot on the Onu-Obu
Music being supplied by Ibiwangi
And other rugged brothers who profit off militancy
Little kids they stay tossing bangers
And geriatric folks they spit and curse with anger
I try to marinate all in the feeling
Spark the herb and watch as Nwaotam pirouettes up on a ceiling