[AFRICA STANDS – Part 3] Yo—don’t need no cape, no Clark Kent, We them kings from the continent, We them queens from the firmament, We the ones that they can’t prevent— They took our land and flipped the script, But now we rise, no more eclipse, We light the sky with bloodline tips, Africa back with loaded clips— Yo—Bob Marley seen the vision, Now we walkin’ with precision, Traoré got that mission, We just cleared out all division— One flag, one voice, one base, Africa got that ancestral grace, We never forget how they took our place, Now we move with righteous pace— Yo—this for Patrice Lumumba, Truth through every rumour, Vibes that light the Tundra, Africa burn like thunder— Yo—this ain’t rap, it’s a war cry, Every bar I write, spirits fly, Lion of Africa, born to ride, From Somaliland to rivers wide— Heavy is the crown but I wear it raw, Truth in the soul, can’t fake no more, Bassline hit like a lion’s roar, Mic like a sword in a holy war— And I still miss Bob every day, He gave us the voice to find our way, Told us to chant, told us to pray, Told us love gonna lead, not stray— Yo—who’s that knockin’? That’s destiny, Who’s that rappin’? That’s legacy, This ain’t industry jealousy, This that African embassy— We pullin’ borders like tectonic plates, No more waitin’ on twist of fates, We break them chains that still frustrate, We write our fate, re-educate— Yo—Africa’s heart still beats in us, Every ancestor speaks in us, They bled, they fought, believed in us, Now we ride like thunderous tusks— Bob Marley still chant in Zion, Bassline feel like a thousand lions, Traoré got the war alliance, The Lion of Africa got compliance— From the Red Sea down to the Cape, We rewire time, no escape, This ain't just bars, this fate, It’s our story that they can’t reshape— And we ride for every martyr, Every son of Nefertari, From black moons to burnt safari, We divine, we never sorry— Yo—grime like gospel, street-born hymn, Every syllable sharpened trim, Every beat like ancient kin, Every word a royal win— Bob was Moses with a dreadlock staff, Spoke in riddles that still outlast, He told us Babylon won’t last, Now we here, we movin’ fast— Africa move with purpose raw, No fake smiles, just rebel law, One by one, we break that jaw, Of every hand that came to draw— Bassline like the drum of war, I speak for the ghost of every floor, Where slaves once walked, but now we soar, Through verses deep from ancient lore— Yo—don’t tell me calm, I got rage in veins, I seen my heroes die in chains, I seen their blood on gold-stained plains, Now I spit storms with Godlike reign— From Nairobi to Accra blocks, To the alleys where the ghetto talks, We ignite that silent shock, And flip their chains into sacred locks— Bob Marley still breathin’ in trees, In the smoke, in the roots, in the breeze, In the chants of the Rastas overseas, In the call for truth and peace— But peace ain’t soft, it’s war in rhythm, It’s breakin’ outta every system, It’s marchin’ through what’ what’s been forbidden, It’s buildin’ what they said was missin’— Traoré ain’t no puppet throne, He speak from heart, he stand alone, He build what Nkrumah had known, He speak in fire, not on phone— He walk through mines with lion pride, With Somaliland right by his side, He got the vision that kings abide, He got that roar they can’t divide— Yo—grime ain’t dead, it’s global truth, We spit for our eternal youth, We rhyme to bring out buried roots, We speak for truth they tried to mute— Bob Marley still vibes with us, His echo still guides with trust, His rhythm still rise from dust, He sing for the poor, not the plush— So this last verse, I spit for him, For the black king born to win, For the dreamer with rebel grin, For the fire he held within— For Malcolm, Marcus, Marley, Steve, For the ones who made us believe, For Sankara who dared to lead, For Africa—our holy creed— Bassline drop, I close this saga, With rhymes like a blade from Shaka, The throne is ours—Hakuna Matata, We move like gods in human drama— Yo—Africa’s not just a place, It’s rhythm, it’s vibe, it’s base, It’s future kings with lion face, It’s legacy no lie can erase— Yo—let the world know this ain’t a game, We spill ink with royal flame, We miss Bob, but we keep the name, We move with power they can’t tame— One Africa, from sun to moon, With Captain speakin’ that ancient tune, With Lion of Africa in full bloom, We came to rise, not resume— Yo—we came to build, not to beg, We stand on truth with every leg, From Somalia down to the Congo edge, We swear on honor, not on pledge— Yo—Marley smile from spiritual plane, He see his children break the chain, He hear the grime and feel no shame, 'Cause the Lion still roars in Africa’s name—

Africa stands part 3