A‑Q Lyrics
A‑Q delivers a powerful storytelling experience on “Class of ’66”, the ninth track from his *God’s Engineering 3 (The Beginning)* album. With sharp lyricism, he revisits Nigeria’s political landscape since independence, weaving nostalgic reflections with forward‑looking insights.
The song is a masterclass in narrative rap—A‑Q contrasts past aspirations with current realities, mixing social commentary and personal observations. His delivery balances thoughtful introspection and rhythmic flow, making “Class of ’66” both impactful and memorable.
A‑Q – Class of ’66 Lyrics
Fellow Nigerians
Nigerians have shed much blood
The thought of further bloodshed for whatever reasons must be revolting to our people
It’s a cycle we create
You survive or you’re replaced
Let’s take it back to ‘66 before 5 naira had my face
For 6 years I ruled this place
All they wanted was my place
Took me from my home it wouldn’t be long before they assassinate
Coup d’etats and coup de grace
The silence of the gods
Aguiyi Ironsi for my country bruh
They dragged me through the mud
Better take it back to moving forward
Before they landed on our shores
The colonization of the boy
Just know they never left the soil
It was just another ploy
Kept it bloodless and deployed
My own people to destroy me
Joseph Garba was the voice
Caught me lacking on the job
Somewhere balling up abroad
Handed back the reins and faded for 9 years I had destroyed
The foundation of the nation
The people had no choice
Wasn’t my fault I had to please the people that put me in position
It’s even war and more division
Tribal retribution
War crimes and genocide I’m lucky I never went to prison
Wanted to pump the brakes
Wanted to be something great
There was no escape
Friday the 13th will eventually seal my fate
Wasn’t up for no debate
They had my face on the 20 naira note to compensate for my disgrace
I don’t appreciate
Riddled my Benz with bullet holes
Hit my driver in the face
Felt the bullets crack my ribs
My soul began to elevate
The museum house my car now
Blood soaked inside the seats
The execution of Suka Dimka would never bring me peace
Justice for the weak
I learnt from their mistakes
They call me the evil genius before I was head of state
I planned the perfect coup impeccable no plans for you
Became the face of 419 I made it thrive inside the youth
First of all, I killed my friends
Marman Vasa met his end
Surrounded by loyalty
Domkat Bali held defense
Annulled the June 12 election
Made him sit inside the cell
He helped me with the media
I helped his name live on as well
Plotted to kill me several times
Gideon Oka almost had me
Underground tunnels in my apartment skid off with my family
Abacha came to my rescue
Promised him I’d pass it on
Made it easy interim governor with Ernest Shonekan
He took it to another level
As we watched the country burn
Had to get him outta there
Before he had another run
Hmm
It’s a cycle we create
You survive or you’re replaced
Let’s take it back to ‘66 before
Money changed me you just mad cos you stayed the same
I was once you before favor came
I was once told I’d never make a name
I was once told “you’re not ready for it”
Was never gonna play the game
I’ve seen way too many on their way to fame
But for every Wizkid like a million failed
I just held on to the keys like “ready for it” (hmm)
Open doors how you coping bruh
We got so broke broke vocal cords
Now blood sweat and tears all soak the floor
Looking for the big picture in Polaroids
All hope is gone It’s just me that’s left
Need to step up to be the best
Need more than where the staircase leads me next
Need more than the ice and “you’re not ready for it” (hmm)
There’s more to life (uh)
We couldn’t eat like a hunger strike
Before the dark nights and I saw the light
And the military regime opened the doors to strife
You held green leaves when you’re walking by
Stuck it on car wipes when forced to drive
Barricaded roads soldiers holding guns
Hands steady gripping on my older ones uh (ready for it)
Got too big for the program
Time couldn’t beat the composure of my old man (ready for it)
Everything moving like a slow dance
One false move and it’s bye to the whole fam uh (ready for it)
Wasn’t new to him
Survived the civil war and the coup d’etat
St Lucifer staring in the eyes of executioners
You’re not (ready for it) uh
Fela performing at his shrine at night
Government took his mother’s life
My unc walks around with a broken skull
They killed his mother on the open floor (you’re not ready…)
And left his daddy in his own blood
Left eye missing don't get started with the roll call (you’re no ready…)
1 9 6 6 massacre no bluff
Tried to lowball it’s something you shouldn’t go for (ready for it)
Before Abacha ate the apple
Before June 12 and ‘93’s battle
Before Naira was 21 to a dollar
I was a pauper in a room full of ballers (ready for it)
Still I pop my collars
Raised in a land that’s not my father’s
Raised in a place that’s made for cadavers
Many escaped through Internet servers (ready for it) uh
But I survived it all (you’re not ready for it)
What you saying on your minor blogs (you’re not ready for it)
What you saying when you’re rapping bruh (you’re not ready for it)
I can’t sit through the dialogue (you’re not ready…)
We in a time of war
The cycle repeats and you’re blind to all
1966 to 2026 that’s 60 long years to (you’re not ready for it)
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