Afro Punkass ft. Malika Tirolien & ZIMBA Lyrics

Alright let’s do this

Malika, Tshizimba, Strange Froots

We’re the Motherlanders

Come on! Turn up! We ain’t playin’ no games

They were born in the Motherland, mom pop

Doing well for themselves, wanted more for their crop

They moved to another land, I dropped

But 1992 ain't where the tale stops

My roots stretch all across the Gold Coast

No boots can stomp out the flame, we roasting

Ghosting when we see the cops

Innocent until they place the props

We in a state of emergency

Gotta get together with real urgency

Cause we’re ruled by C.R.E.A.M. or so it seems

“Caucasians Rule Everything Around Me”, so

If you would, just knock on wood

So the kids of today can do some good, and

If you can, just wave your hands

They might still shoot but we still stand

From the land of truth and gold, we come to share stories untold

Dark as night and just as cold, we bring the flow that don’t get old

When it comes to riding waves, please take a seat cause we riding first class

Got no choice but to be brave; mama didn’t raise no Afro-punkass

From the land of truth and gold, we come to share stories untold

Dark as night and just as cold, we bring the flow that don’t get old

When it comes to riding waves, please take a seat cause we riding first class

Got no choice but to be brave; mama didn’t raise no Afro-punkass

Connais-tu (tu) Marie la Galante

Celle aux forces mystiques et délirantes

Elle n’est pas en Afrique, elle est en Guadada

Proche des Amériques on l’appelle aussi Dantana

Eh ben voilà d’où je viens

De l’île aux 100 moulins

Terre de culture, d’histoire (et du rhum qui te met bien)

On y est tous le fruit de la sueur et du sang

Presque tous des descendants rouges, noirs et blanc

Français, soi-disant mais au fond tout le monde sait

Qu’ c’est du vent, avant ou maintenant

Les traces du continent sont indélébiles dans l’âme de ses enfants

Pas besoin de parler le bambara

Pour être issue de la diaspora

Ki zo vlé ki zo vlé pa, sé afriken mwen yé

Peu importe où je vais, je reste une Malika

Too black, too strong, what a problem uh

North side we live, turn it up

Two worlds they clash, but they so alike

We left so now gotta live it right

1st gen kid, left Homeworld

Goofball, more Steve than I am Pearl

Starin’ at the universe and it stares back

Struck first now a brotha gotta-gotta strike back

Look, just bear with me, bare minimum

Bush brodda jammin’ infinitely, everybody knows

When the Cheese goes, never stops yappin’

Rise of a rad kid, hit ‘em with that action

Yeah, they say that we are young and mad for nothing

Nowadays it's all or nothing, momma say “I'm such a punkass"

From the land of truth and gold, we come to share stories untold

Dark as night and just as cold, we bring the flow that don’t get old

When it comes to riding waves, please take a seat cause we riding first class

Got no choice but to be brave; mama didn’t raise no Afro-punkass

From the land of truth and gold, we come to share stories untold

Dark as night and just as cold, we bring the flow that don’t get old

When it comes to riding waves, please take a seat cause we riding first class

Got no choice but to be brave; mama didn’t raise no Afro-punkass

Bust a rhyme while I step on your crew

Got a new bar plan inspired by Wu Tang Klan

Shook up the place with a rhythm and blues band

On the day of the Good Lord (Yes Lord!)

Wash your bruises from sins on Band-Aids

Msemble ki sa?!

Just another punkass that causes ruckus

You poke fun and point our issues

Man, this ain’t no freakin’ circus

Growing up, feeling strange, knowing there’s things I can’t change

Realizing I got strength (Mama didn’t raise no Afro-punkass!)

Growing up, feeling strange, knowing there’s things I can’t change

Realizing I got strength (Daddy didn’t raise no Afro-punkass!)

Growing up, feeling strange, knowing there’s things I can’t change

Realizing I got strength (Siblings didn’t raise no Afro-punkass!)

Growing up, feeling strange, knowing there’s things I can’t change

Realizing I got strength (Cause the village didn’t raise no Afro-punkass!)

From the land of truth and gold, we come to share stories untold

Dark as night and just as cold, we bring the flow that don’t get old

When it comes to riding waves, please take a seat cause we riding first class

Got no choice but to be brave; wo nim se I ain't no Afro-punkass

Truth and gold, stories untold

When riding waves, we must be brave, eh