Panthera (feat. Ras Haitrm e 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