Seyi Vibez Children of Africa doesn’t just demand your attention — it coils around your senses, slow and deliberate, until you’re caught in its grip. This four-track EP is a trance — a bold, unrelenting meditation on struggle and ambition, with Seyi playing both preacher and prophet. It’s raw, it’s restless, and it moves like a fever dream, pulling you deeper with every beat.
The opener, Mario Kart, tricks you with its playful title, but the track itself is a high-speed pursuit — not of gold coins or trophies, but of survival. Seyi’s raspy voice ricochets off a relentless beat, each lyric a frantic gasp for air.
The chaotic production mirrors the street-level urgency he’s known for, a sonic blur of synths and skittering drums. It’s less about crossing the finish line and more about outrunning the shadows chasing you. The track’s hypnotic effect comes from its sheer intensity — there’s no pause, no moment to breathe, just the sound of Seyi revving his way through the madness.
Macho swaggers in next, featuring NLE Choppa in a cross-continental face-off that feels more like a mutual flex than a collaboration. It’s Lagos meeting Memphis in a back-alley brawl — Yoruba flows squaring up against Southern drawl.
The beat pulses like a ticking time bomb, bass-heavy and unyielding. Seyi doesn’t just ride the beat; he pummels it, his voice slicing through the tension like a switchblade. NLE Choppa brings his signature bravado, but it’s Seyi’s hypnotic cadence that lingers — a rhythmic loop of ambition and defiance.
Then there’s Shaolin — the EP’s most calculated strike. It’s a sonic shrine to discipline and danger, where Seyi swaps streetwise chaos for methodical intensity. The beat is stripped back, all eerie minimalism and creeping percussion. It’s hypnotic in its restraint, like a blade held just inches from the skin.
Seyi’s words hit harder in the silence — each line a deliberate incision, each pause a moment to sharpen the knife. The track doesn’t shout; it simmers, brewing a quiet storm of ambition and fear.
The final track, Happy Song, is the most deceptive of all. The title teases lightness, but what you get is a celebration with teeth. Soft drums and breezy chords float over Seyi’s scarred vocals, creating a bittersweet haze. It’s a smile with a busted lip — joy tainted by the weight of survival.
The hypnotic pull comes from the contrast — a tug of war between hope and heartbreak. Seyi’s voice never fully escapes the ache beneath the surface, and that tension keeps you hooked.
What makes Children of Africa hypnotic isn’t just the beats or the lyrics — it’s the unrelenting grip of Seyi Vibez’s presence. The EP doesn’t flow; it loops, drags, and spirals. Each track feels like a spell being cast — repetitive, rhythmic, and raw. It’s not about neat, radio-ready anthems — it’s about creating a world where ambition thrashes against reality, and the listener is left to wade through the chaos.
Seyi Vibez doesn’t polish his pain — he lets it simmer. Children of Africa is hypnotic not because it’s perfect, but because it’s persistent. It doesn’t let go — and neither does Seyi.
Ratings: 7/10
