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Face 2 Face (2Face Idibia album)
2004 studio album by 2Face Idibia
Face 2 Face is the debut solo studio album by Nigerian musician 2Face Idibia.[1] It was released on 15 May 2004 by Kennis Music, and was a major hit, as it sold up to 2 million copies[2] initially in Idibia's home country of Nigeria, but quickly spread through western and southern Africa, and eventually making an impact in Europe as well. Its success owed much to lead radio track "African Queen", a guitar ballad with elements of West African folk music and hip-hop, and rap and R&B track "Nfana Ibaga" also became a local hit.
Track listing
[edit]| Title | Writer(s) | Producer(s) | ||
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | "Intro (Skit)" (featuring MC Akatu) | 1:06 | ||
| 2. | "Nfana Ibaga (No Problem)" | Idibia | OJB Jezreel | 4:24 |
| 3. | "Ole (Thief)" (featuring Freestyle) | OJB Jezreel | 4:49 | |
| 4. | "Right Here" | Idibia | OJB Jezreel | 4:46 |
| 5. | "Holy (Skit)" | Idibia | 0:15 | |
| 6. | "U No Holy Pass" | Idibia | O • About This Artist2FACE4,247 listeners Related TagsBorn in Harlem N.Y., grew up in Da Bronx. At the age of 15 tragically getting shot in the face is where the name 2face is derived from. Thankful to be alive with his head on his shoulder 2FACE knows he's blessed to be here serving a bigger purpose. Its not a gimmick but its very marketable. 2FACE is a brand on the rise as a recording artist/songwriter/producer his goal is to touch people of all races with good tranquil, intense, uplifting, street smart hiphop/reggae music. That will captivate the listeners mind body & soul. 2FACE started taking his music career more serious… read more Born in Harlem N.Y., grew up in Da Bronx. At the age of 15 tragically getting shot in the face is where the name 2face is derived from. Thankful to be alive with his head on his shoulder 2F… read more Born in Harlem N.Y., grew up in Da Bronx. At the age of 15 tragically getting shot in the face is where the name 2face is d • There was no sign of pending rainfall when we packed ourselves into the green Volkswagen Beetle. But five minutes later, the clouds had changed their moods. And the downpour was really unbearable. Not because the rain was particularly heavy, but if you’ve even been in a contraption-called-car; whose wiper had gone on strike, with windows that won’t roll up on time, then you’ll know that even a slight drizzle could wreak havoc. The music was loud, and we spoke in loud shouts; as if we were in a market place. But Ayo Animashaun, who owned the Beetle, liked his music loud. And we, the occupants, were in no way eligible to complain. We were wet and cramped and our heads hit the roof as Animashaun entered one pot hole after another. ‘‘Was it not better to be out in the rain?’’ we thought in our minds, but no one spoke a word of getting down. Until we got to Toyin roundabout, in Ikeja, and my co-passengers – Innocent and Augustine- alighted to keep an appointment. It |