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This what happens
When opportunity meets preparation
The concentration
Performed on stages with no decoration
These are the songs composed to heal the nation
This is the rhythm of my generation
This is Obama at inauguration
This is the come up with a lot of patience
From small towns representing nations
This is 400 hundred years of celebration
Without the chains without the segregation
Without the pain without the hateration
Came from the bottom of the foundation
From cotton fields to opium plantations
This is as dope as Coca Cola till im such a sponsor
And i just do it like im playing soccer
This is Zidan doing the stepover
The break's over we make orders
Stay high but grind sober
And cross borders without a passport
Plenty honies in my section fuck a escort
This shit is cold as ice fuck a raincoat
I wake up in the morning
Chasing dreams on broad daylight
You can go wrong its one day that you'll go right
Before i took a left i went right after the spotlight
A lot of dark days can change your life
You gotta blink twice
Some men evil
Never let the devil deceive you
These women are lethal
Find you somebody that is equal to your struggle
Somebody love you
If they can't place no one above you
Try to look at life from this angle
I travelled the land
On dry waters and slept on the sand
Woke up and fought with the lion that had the farmers lamb
And gave it back to the owner without the arm and head
When the summer was over we wasn't in the shades
What the fuck i'm i saying
Hip Hop was fucken dead
Blood on the sandals
The preacher man with the holy Bible
Standing on top of a body with nuns holding candles
Speaking in tongues while the hunter is aiming with his rifle
Pass me the matches let's burn some Mpepu on this corner
The rastaman provided that and some marijuna
He said it came from Malawi and everybody tried it
Smoke all over the cabin the body started pounding
Everybody high but rastaman he recognized the vibe
Grab the gun from the hunter man told preacher step aside
Babylon shall burn to ash so that the soul is still alive
Nuns sprinkling some holy water
And said a prayer for the order hear the demon speaking
Shouting words they can't decipher preacher trying to reach him
While everybody's trying to switch him off
Tied him up to the bed so he shouldn't move at all
Put a cross on his head at least we save his soul
Hip Hop i love you but you've always been a dirty whore
Fucking with everybody coming to you with some dough
Hol up roll up

I spit that Malcom X
Without the glasses while the muscle flex
I'm what you call an exhibition in the fuckin flesh
I'm cool come correct and i don't beg for no respect
My crew on some Wu-Tang best protect your neck
The Black Panther
The sangoma with the black mamba
By any means necessary now they can't stop us
I'm African as it gets living in Botswana
This is as black as when we fought for it in Marikana