Mumu mumu mumu
Mumu x mumu
200 million mumu
Leader is wicked but follower is wickeder
Babangida, Abacha, Obasanjo, at’ire gangan
Eyin mererin okan okan
You no different from them as all
The same the same
Lagbaja omo baba muko muko
Omo iya e pomo
Omo baba Joseph lodogun
Omo baba Jemisi lategba
Otogun lategba all together
Ima s’eni to le se pomo mi
Muko muko
Dem dey hail me the masked man
I wear my mask, na symbol
Representing the faceless
Representing the voiceless
Representing the disenfranchised
Common man
Dem say make I yab them
Lagbaja, yab them
Yab them, all the rulers
All the government, yab them
All of them na thief
I sit down jeje I no talk
Because the truth is bitter
My people fit vex when dem hear the truth
The truth too heavy for ma mouth
Make I yab them (x3)
Omi, gimme water
With due respect ma brother ma sister
The simple truth na be say
Dem wey u say make I yab
Na u
Name gangan na ole
Ole barawo
In short ma brother, ma sister,
You be thief
Minority na exception
Majority na corruption (x4)
Almost 200 million thieves
Easy to dey point finger
Shup up na u mumu
Na commam man dey do common man
Before before we dey shout
Na militiri, na militiri
Now wey civilian government dey
She no be our people dey inside?
From counselor to president
Abi na foreigner dey for there?
No be your family dey for there?
Let’s tell ourselves the bitter truth
Until we comot the ungodliness
Pray for our souls, this place no go better l’aye
My people, righteousness exalt a nation
But sin is a reproach to any people
Translation
Fools fools, fools
Multiplying fools
200 million fools
Leaders are wicked but the followers are more wicked
Babangida, Abacha, Obasanjo and you
The four of you are not different at all
You are the same
Lagbaja the son of the porridge drinker
The child of a leather vendor
The son of Joseph’s Father
The son of James’ father in Ategba
No one can boil my leather
An addicted pap drinker
They are hailing me, the masked man
I wear my mask as a symbol
Representing the faceless
Representing the voiceless
Representing the disenfranchised
Common man
They ask me to criticize them
Lagbaja, criticize them
Criticize all the rulers
Criticize the government
All of them are thieves
I sit in silence without talking
Because the truth is bitter
People can get angry when they hear the truth
The truth is too heavy in my mouth
They ask me to criticize them (x3)
Please give me water
With due respect my brothers and sisters
The simple truth is that
The ones you ask me to criticize
You are the one
The word is called “theif”
In short my brothers and sisters
Your are thieves
Though the minority is exempted
The majority is corrupt
Almost 200 million thieves
It is easy to point accusing fingers
Shut up fools
We are all responsible
In the past, we all accused the military government
Now that we have civilian government
Are they not our own people too?
From the office of the president to that of the counsellors
Or are they foreigners?
Are they not our family members?
Let’s tell ourselves the bitter truth
Until we remove the ungodliness
And pray for our souls
This place will never be better
Righteousness exalt a nation
But sin is a reproach to any people
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