@mysterymartialsax: We paying homage to guys with organic sound like cavemen who are big in the industry already , Stay cavy 🌴🌴 osundu 🎷🎷🐘🐘🐘🎸🎸👑👑👑. #sax #guitar #roots #cavemen #fyp @arewa_king @The Cavemen. @mazitundeednut @ema_tunez @billynation69

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kingbenfx
King dazzler :
How this has me feelin
2026-03-21 12:36:55
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mysterymartialsax
mysterymartialsax :
We actually do street performance on Fridays and Saturdays sometimes on the island sometimes mainland , I will update you guys you could come wacth us hear our songs and cover of cavemen, Asa, fela and afrobeats and more guys. Thanks guys 🙏 we appreciate the likes follows and engagements
2026-03-22 14:28:08
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iamsamolive
SamOlive :
Please record this professionally and put it on YouTube for us. What a heavenly sound.
2026-03-21 20:49:58
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olawalethegreat
Ola wale🥊🇳🇬I🇸🇽🇲🇽🇺🇸 :
Its hurts when such talent ain’t famous or have the publicity they suppose to
2026-03-23 08:13:52
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myassispeachy
kissmyass :
Low cortisol music
2026-04-20 08:18:59
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lauren_1619
Lauren :
POV you waited for the saxophone
2026-04-20 10:30:25
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untimelyma
untimelyma :
it sounds like home🥺🥺. I wish for a Nigeria where we have street musicians like this staying under trees and entertaining gathering audiences.
2026-03-23 20:10:53
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inkstorie0
inkstorie0 :
Cavvvyyy was there for me in my darkest times
2026-03-22 10:45:12
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graceolachi
Ola :
My face when the saxophone started playing, it’s that good
2026-03-22 17:29:40
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mercyjesse5
Mercy-Jesse :
I have a complaint. The video is too short! 😭❤️
2026-03-23 07:03:08
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a8r1na
₳Ɽł₦₳ :
How this got me feelin like
2026-03-25 23:57:23
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elyon290
elyonmustaphina :
Y'all compliment each other like bread and butter... the guy that played the saxophone is really good 😍😭🥰
2026-03-22 22:00:58
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c1air3c
Claire :
I’m so happy to be alive and hearing this beautiful music
2026-04-20 11:02:56
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knoterra
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This song makes me feel like this
2026-03-27 14:11:13
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iam_spiccyluxe
OLUWASEGUN SPICCY :
Power of social media… it takes only one video
2026-03-24 15:46:29
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saintchiiii
Chi :
you both deserve the spotlight
2026-03-22 20:13:59
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splat224
splat224 :
you guys have such beautiful voices and a true raw talent. wishing you both the best for the future
2026-03-25 20:10:31
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antichrist61
kimiko😼 :
The saxophone just made it better maaan this is definitely heaven
2026-03-22 21:21:42
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costalsiren
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What is the language? It's beautiful
2026-03-26 03:42:24
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lindseylr
lindsey :
i could listen to this to fall asleep and i mean that in the best way it makes me feel so soothed
2026-04-17 03:06:23
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anita.daphneee
anita daphne ☭ 🇮🇹 :
this is what life and humanity is about
2026-03-26 07:07:29
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kkrunch7
kira :
i love being on Earth sometimes✨
2026-04-03 22:59:52
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vanie.star
Vanessa🦋 :
This is so therapeutic and beautiful 💗✨
2026-03-23 03:26:20
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dertuoz
D_ertuoz :
it just feels like
2026-05-19 11:08:20
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