Bakongo (feat. Sam Mangwana, Kyaku Kyadaff, Socorro e Os Tunezas)

Hey, listen up, listen up to our boy Yannick Ngombo
Hey, we’re gonna shake things up
Oh, it’s on
You feel me, you feel me

I used to hide away
I used to feel ashamed
I was embarrassed, I had my issues
But when they ask me where I’m from
With all my pride, I smile and say
I’m Bakongo, Bakongo, Bakongo
I’m Bakongo, Bakongo, Bakongo
I’m Bakongo, Bakongo, Bakongo
I’m Bakongo, Bakongo, Bakongo

(From Langa, Zaire)
That’s what we were called
So many still feel ashamed today!
I’ve known this since I was a kid
I was just a little one
Some only by name (Vemba)
The accent says it all
But if you ask him if he’s Bakongo
He’ll take a long time to answer
Oh, no, I’m from here! My parents are from there

Never run from your roots
Don’t be ashamed of where you came from

Still discriminated today, the chase goes on! (It goes on!)
In the neighborhood, at work, on Facebook or the street (it’s every day!)
But with our heads held high, we keep moving forward
Everyone knows Bakongos are smart
We don’t back down, we’ve got a strong mindset
We’re in all fields, we were born to shine
Business is ours, business is ours, Bakongos love to hustle

I used to hide away
I used to feel ashamed
I was embarrassed, I had my issues
But when they ask me where I’m from
With all my pride, I smile and say
I’m Bakongo, Bakongo, Bakongo
I’m Bakongo, Bakongo, Bakongo
I’m Bakongo, Bakongo, Bakongo
I’m Bakongo, Bakongo, Bakongo

Mono I nkongo yee
Mono I muisy Uige-êê
Mono I muisy Zaire-êê
Nguina mwana Cabinda-êê
Kikulo dyeto keto vilakani ko
Kiese ye kiese-êê (Nkiese kwa yetue-êê)
I’m Bakongo, yeah! (It’s gotta be like this!)
Mono y nkongo ya kieleka
Kina ye nsoni ko mu kiese nguinina
Socorro and Samanguana

I’m Ngombo
Bakongo from Makela, from Zombo
End of prejudice
I’ve seen many Bakongos proudly beating their chests (chest)
Bakongos are in style, we’ve earned respect
Uige, Cabinda, Zaire (yetu mu yetue-êê)

I used to hide away
I used to feel ashamed
I was embarrassed, I had my issues
But when they ask me where I’m from
With all my pride, I smile and say
I’m Bakongo, Bakongo, Bakongo
I’m Bakongo, Bakongo, Bakongo
I’m Bakongo, Bakongo, Bakongo
I’m Bakongo, Bakongo, Bakongo

We gotta end this tribalism
Because I don’t mess with this, because it’s from the south-ê
I don’t roll with that one, because it’s from the north
What matters in this land is being Angolan
From Cabinda to Cunene, from the sea to the east, everyone!
And what land is left there?