Ubuntu Fristaili

Axe for those who are of axe
To arrive well as a villain
Regardless of your faith
Music is our religion

Ok, ok, ok, ok, jou, be strong
It's our style to make life right more than death
I rebuild myself after each step, like a reflection in puddles
Mandinga, our thing
They won't understand what risks are
Nor that our history books were records
Bamba, bamba, a good samba, some snacks
Ki-Suco yields two liters, better than Frisco
Pretend that racists don't lose their cool
When I raise his daughter's hand without weapons in mine
Redheads, brunettes, black, divas, blondes
Eager to enjoy the fair from the hood
Where a DJ commands and knows what he's doing
MCs are griots, the mic is for the capable
Play a 'Ré laifai for roc
dérelai for roc, for roc'
And break everything in peace, or more, now it's chilling
Africa is in the children, and the world?
The world is on the outside
Saravá Ogum, saravá Xangô, saravá
Saravá grandma, saravá grandpa, saravá
Saravá mom, saravá dad, oh
From skin or digital, it doesn't matter, it's tambô
I do this myself, I can
And I have yet to see something worth more than our smile
Thanks to what? Thanks to the raps
Today I connect more hoods than Google Maps
So respect my kinky hair, ok? Ok?
There, I said it

Axe for those who are of axe
To arrive well as a villain
Regardless of your faith
Music is our religion