Panthera (part. Ras Haitrm e Azagaia)
Ayo acende a sensimila
Se queres entender o teu mano reguila
Estes versos que te sirvo é minha avó que pila
E enquanto o mundo tá de pé, todos na mesma fila
A espera de ver o que tá por baixo do caterpillar
Que desfila
Nas terras vermelhas cheias de argila
Eu sou pantera!
Que salta das colunas e lhes aniquila
Meu avô não é christopher, o nome dele é muzila
Quando acabam as palavras bro, eu bato com xighila
Bato com timbila, são raps de zavala
E acordo os meus manos que foram enterrados numa vala
Pra fazer justiça contra os donos da senzala
Essas Nações Unidas que se sentam numa sala
E lançam 19 vírus que a gente só inala
Eu convoco toda África com um chifre de pala-pala
Bala-bala, é nosso rap nas vossas festas de gala
Não têm como esconder vossas cabeças de gala-gala
Rebento a escala
Aqui com duas e haitrm
Azagaia!!!
Eu carrego luas no i gym
Se não fosse o rap, eu dropava sunguras lá em zim
Babwe tô sempre nas alturas i king!!!
I just dnt know what them doing up there
Good over evil they still can’t see
Good over evil they still can’t figure it out
You nuh see seh babylon are much up everything
You nuh see seh babylon are killing everything
You nuh see seh babylon are evil anyway
Burn it
Burn you one time mi a go burn you again
Tould you one time mi a go tell you again
Black peoples suffer and you can see it from long time
Acende a chama da liberdade k hoje começa a revolução
Fogo na sanzala são os pretos em rebelião
Espalha/ a boa nova pelos campos de algodão
Kuxa kanema pra essa nova geração
De baby boomers, vítimas da aculturação
Ualalapi, nova edição/ pega a visão
Mo puto a gente só assimila a sensimila dos jardins
Da nossa consciência o killmbo onde somos frees
Tipo franz fanon em beats, quando eu deslizo
Caracóis crespos não há creme que alise os tropicalissimos
Forjados com Usuwa amarela no matabicho
Filhos de orisha, yha Meu Santo não é João
Avisa na Metrópole que esses novos pretos não
São pretos quaisquer, são pretos que citam Totsky
Netos de Paulina de Sheik, Anta Diop e Garvy
Vai um pelo Bobby e acendo um pelo Malcom
Tô com Harriet Tubman no mesmo vagão, e lá estão
Fred Hamptons, Brado Afrcano, Black Panthers
Este Anthem, Panafricano, my Redmption song
Panthera (feat. Ras Haitrm and Azagaia)
Hey, light up the sensimilla
If you want to understand your mischievous brother
These verses I serve you are my grandmother's wisdom
And while the world stands, everyone in the same line
Waiting to see what's under the caterpillar
That parades
In the red lands full of clay
I am a panther!
Jumping from the columns and annihilating them
My grandfather is not Christopher, his name is Muzila
When the words run out, bro, I hit with Xighila
I hit with Timbila, they are raps from Zavala
And wake up my brothers who were buried in a ditch
To seek justice against the owners of the slave quarters
These United Nations sitting in a room
Releasing 19 viruses that we only inhale
I summon all of Africa with a horn of pala-pala
Bala-bala, it's our rap at your gala parties
Can't hide your gala-gala heads
I burst the scale
Here with two and Haitrm
Azagaia!!!
I carry moons in the gym
If it wasn't for rap, I'd drop sunguras there in Zim
Babwe I'm always on top and king!!!
I just don't know what they're doing up there
Good over evil they still can't see
Good over evil they still can't figure it out
Don't you see that Babylon is messing up everything
Don't you see that Babylon is destroying everything
Don't you see that Babylon is evil anyway
Burn it
Burn you once, I'll burn you again
Told you once, I'll tell you again
Black people suffer and you can see it from a long time
Light up the flame of freedom that today the revolution begins
Fire in the shantytown, it's the blacks in rebellion
Spread the good news through the cotton fields
Kuxa Kanema for this new generation
Of baby boomers, victims of acculturation
Ualalapi, new edition, catch the vision
Me, boy, we only assimilate the sensimilla from the gardens
Of our consciousness, the killmbo where we are free
Like Franz Fanon in beats, when I slide
Kinky curls, no cream can straighten the tropical ones
Forged with yellow Usuwa in the snack
Children of Orisha, yha My Saint is not John
Tell the Metropolis that these new blacks are not
Just any blacks, they are blacks who quote Trotsky
Grandchildren of Paulina de Sheik, Anta Diop and Garvy
One for Bobby and light one for Malcolm
I'm with Harriet Tubman in the same wagon, and there are
Fred Hamptons, African Roar, Black Panthers
This Anthem, Pan-African, my Redemption song