Mike Aremu’s “I Need You Every Hour” stands as a testament to the artist’s ability to use his musical prowess to create more than just entertainment—it is an offering of worship, a melody that resonates with the depths of the soul. As listeners engage with this composition, they are likely to experience a profound connection with the divine, making “I Need You Every Hour” not just a song but a transformative and sacred encounter.
“I Need You Every Hour” opens a door to a sanctuary of worship, inviting listeners into a space where the soul connects with the divine. Mike Aremu’s expertise with the saxophone adds a unique and emotive layer to the song, elevating it beyond mere music to a spiritual encounter.
A Call to Surrender Embedded in the composition is a resounding call to surrender—an acknowledgment of the continual need for God’s presence in every aspect of life. The song becomes a prayerful declaration, urging the listener to embrace a posture of humility and reliance on the Almighty through each passing hour.
Musical Craftsmanship As a maestro of the saxophone, Mike Aremu showcases his musical craftsmanship in “I Need You Every Hour.” The arrangement is a harmonious blend of contemporary and soulful elements, with each note meticulously chosen to evoke a sense of reverence and worship. The instrumental journey becomes a vehicle for spiritual expression.
A Universal Cry The universality of the song lies in its ability to resonate with people from various walks of life. Regardless of cultural or religious backgrounds, “I Need You Every Hour” becomes a universal cry—a melody that transcends boundaries and speaks to the shared human experience of seeking divine solace.
Mike Aremu – I Need You Every Hour Lyrics
“Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings”
“But I’m only going to get this one chance” (Six minutes— Six minutes—)
“Something’s wrong, I can feel it” (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you’re on!)
“Just a feeling I’ve got, like something’s about to happen, but I don’t know what.
If that means what I think it means, we’re in trouble, big trouble;
And if he is as bananas as you say, I’m not taking any chances”
“You are just what the doc ordered”
I’m beginnin’ to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot
But for me to rap like a computer it must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen’ll go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a livin’ and a killin’ off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feelin’ on his nutsack
I’m an MC still as honest
But as rude and as indecent as all hell
Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill ’em all with)
This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
You don’t really wanna get into a pissin’ match
With this rappity brat, packin’ a MAC in the back of the Ac’
Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
And at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I’m practicin’ that
I’ll still be able to break a motherfuckin’ table
Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs
Feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are havin’ a rough time period, here’s a maxi pad
It’s actually disastrously bad for the wack
While I’m masterfully constructing this masterpièce