This is Not America (part. Ibeyi)

We're here
Listen, we're here
Look at me, we're here

For a while now, when you arrived
The traces of our footsteps were already there
They even stole the cat's food
And they're still licking the plate

Really pissed off with these ungrateful ones
Today I hit the drums hard
Until they accuse me of abuse
If you don't understand the data
I'll throw it to you in cumbia
Bossanova, tango or vallenato

In a rough and Bambú way, very Frontú
With hot blood like Timbuktu
We're on the menu
2pac is called 2pac because of Túpac Amaru from Peru

America is not just the USA, dad
This is from Tierra del Fuego to Canada
You have to be really stupid, really hollow
It's like saying Africa is only Morocco

To these scoundrels
They forgot that the calendar they use was invented by the Mayans
With Pre-Columbian Valdivia
For a long time, ah
This continent walks

But not even with all the navy
Can they take out of the showcase the peasant plague
This is for the company's foreman
The machete is not just for cutting sugar cane
It's also for cutting heads

Here we are, we're always here
We didn't leave, we're not going
We're here so you remember
If you want, my machete will bite you

Here we are, we're always here
We didn't leave, we're not going
We're here so you remember
If you want, my machete will bite you, ah

If you want, my machete will bite you, ah
If you want, my machete will bite you, ah
If you want, my machete will bite you, ah

It bites you, ah
It bites you, ah

The paramilitaries, the guerrilla
The children of the conflict, the gangs
The blacklists, the false positives
The murdered journalists, the disappeared

The narco governments, everything they stole
Those who protest and those who forgot
The persecutions, the coups d'état
The bankrupt country, the exiles
The devalued peso

The drug trafficking, the cartels
The invasions, the undocumented immigrants
Five presidents in eleven days
Point-blank shot by the police

More than a hundred years of torture
The new song singing in the midst of the dictatorship
We are the blood that blows the atmospheric pressure

Gambino, my brother
This is America

Here we are, we're always here
We didn't leave, we're not going
We're here so you remember
If you want, my machete will bite you

Here we are, we're always here
We didn't leave, we're not going
We're here so you remember
If you want, my machete will bite you, ah

If you want, my machete will bite you, ah
If you want, my machete will bite you, ah
If you want, my machete will bite you, ah

It bites you, ah
It bites you, ah