Yo, yo, yo, listen— Bassline rumble, thunder in my chest, Grime don't sleep, I never rest, Mind still deep, I beat that test, Missin' my legends, put 'em to rest— Bob Marley, truth in his breath, Talk 'bout freedom 'til his last death, I feel that pain, I walk with stress, Heroes gone, but I still rep— Burnin’ Babylon with a mic and flame, No champagne, just righteous pain, Speak for the voiceless, break them chains, From Soweto down to the Port-au-Prince lanes— Black blood flowin’ with militant aim, My roots deep, I don’t do shame, Ibrahim Traoré—yo remember that name, From the dirt to the stars, now he run that game— Captain of the struggle, born in Faso, Mind like steel and a heart like cargo, Vision so wide, lead like Mansa, He ain’t no puppet, he the real commander— One Africa, yeah, that’s the agenda, Lion of Africa, bring that bandera, Somaliland raised, legacy render, Old kingdom flames, warrior sender— Bob Marley vibes in my head all night, Freedom songs, I see the light, Jah warriors still stand and fight, Red, gold, green—my birthright— Panther spirit, I’m too black to break, Mandela ghost in every take, Lumumba’s soul in every stake, We own our path, we know the fake— Malcolm taught me, eyes stay open, X in my chest, no token, Kunta blood, never been broken, Still hear Nina when the whole world’s smokin'— “Ain’t got no home,” still I rise, Under the pressure, truth don’t die, Africa speakin’ through my rhymes, Each bar loaded with rebel cries— From Cape Town nights to Accra days, We reclaim power in ten thousand ways, Land of the kings, no beast can graze, Burkina Faso rise and blaze— Ibrahim Traoré, general stance, Revolution heartbeat in advance, No compromise, just expanse, Africa One—this ain’t by chance— Lion of Africa, born to roar, Stonebridge blood, Somaliland core, Carvin' a throne from the ancient lore, Warfare spirit like Zulu before— Never gon’ fold, never gon’ kneel, Mic in hand like a sword of steel, Spittin' the pain that my people feel, We don’t beg, we plot and seal— Yo—Samora Machel in my veins, Fanon knowledge in my brain, Yaa Asantewaa when I aim, Grime flow laced with hurricane— I walk like Garvey in a London lane, Still see Marcus in my campaign, Africa One, yeah break them chains, Forget them borders, burn that frame— Unity call, we all in the zone, Rwanda to Gambia, we hold the throne, Mauritania deep, Congo grown, Burkina Faso, that power shown— Captain's here, and the map’s redrawn, No more puppet states, all reborn, Every tyrant gettin’ torn, From dusk to the early morn— Drums in the street, we never retreat, Bassline rumblin’ under my feet, Truth in my bars, I don’t do deceit, Lion of Africa can’t be beat— Respect my flags, we run that fleet, From desert to jungle, pure elite, History carved in every beat, Legacy sacred, never obsolete— Listen—Kwame Nkrumah in my thoughts, He dreamt of this, now the world gets caught, Africa rising, blood ain’t bought, We fight for justice, not for sport— From Mal

Africa stands with the Lion of Africa part 1