(Talking drum rhythm fades in)
Oya, listen up now
Architecture no be war zone, my people
Make we talk true
I enter studio with my tracing paper and my pen
Searching for the rhythm but I don't know where or when
Your grading criteria looking like a mountain high
Making every student sit down and start to cry
You treat the concept like it’s rocket science on the moon
But the way you shouting, man, you killing the vibe too soon
Architecture supposed to be the art of living space
So why you turning joy into a marathon race?
Oga lecturer, abeg, make you soften your hand
Architecture is a beauty, help us make it grand
No be to make us suffer, make us hate the design
Teach us with a smile, let the talent align
Oga lecturer, let the creativity flow
Make the studio easy, let the genius show
We stay up all night, no sleep, fighting the deadline heat
Just to hear you say the floor plan isn't quite so sweet
You mark us down for corners and the thickness of the line
Instead of seeing dreams and the soul of the design
Why you dey stingy with the praise when we try our best?
Every single critique feeling like a final test
Change your ways today, let the lecture feel like gold
Make the history of the building a story to be told
Oga lecturer, abeg, make you soften your hand
Architecture is a beauty, help us make it grand
No be to make us suffer, make us hate the design
Teach us with a smile, let the talent align
Oga lecturer, let the creativity flow
Make the studio easy, let the genius show
(Instrumentation builds up, rhythmic claps)
Imagine building cities where the heart is the core
Not just the ego, not just the score
We need the mentorship, not the heavy hand
Help us build a legacy that can cover the land
E choke! But we rise, yeah we rise
So when you walk into the room, bring a lighter flame
Don't be the reason that we quit and walk away in shame
We carry the vision, we are the future of the street
Make the learning journey something that is actually sweet
No wahala, we just want a space to create
Don't be the anchor that is holding back our fate
Oga lecturer, abeg, make you soften your hand
Architecture is a beauty, help us make it grand
No be to make us suffer, make us hate the design
Teach us with a smile, let the talent align
Oga lecturer, let the creativity flow
Make the studio easy, let the genius show
Yeah, architecture should be sweet, no be headache
Make it fun, make it better, you hear?
No dulling, just designing
Oga lecturer, we dey watch you, do better
(Fade out with shekere and drums)