Mama Mortar

Mama mortar na my first drum

(First drum)
Pestle teach me rhythm

Mama mortar na my first drum

(First drum)
Pestle teach me rhythm

(Rhythm)
Before studio, na kitchen

(Kitchen)
Mama mortar, boom boom

Five thirty every evening
The compound get one heartbeat
Mama dey pound yam for kitchen
I dey clap the counter-beat
She talk proverbs between the strokes
Wisdom keeping perfect time
Neighbours sabi our dinner
By the tempo of the pounding

Wetin sweet the soup
No be only pepper
Wetin sweet the soup
Na the hand and the drum

Mama mortar na my first drum

(First drum)
Pestle teach me rhythm

(Rhythm)
Before studio, na kitchen

(Kitchen)
Mama mortar, boom boom

Now I dey make beats for money
Headphone worth mama old stall
But every kick I program
Dey chase that five-thirty sound
I record her one December
She pound, she laugh, she talk proverb
That file dey my phone and drive
My producer call am treasure

The old mortar dey retire now
Crack running down one side
Mama no gree throw am away
She plant small flower inside
The first drum still dey serve

Mama mortar na my kick drum

(Kick drum)
Her December inside this song

(This song)
Before studio, na kitchen

(Kitchen)
Mama mortar, boom boom

(Boom boom!)

Flower for mortar
First drum