Good God
Check the varn on the lexicon
Sound horn
To the song so they sing along
One round
On the lawn
With the African sun
Sun Ra make a God
Wish he never born

Yah yah
Building wealth
For the seeds of jah
But y’all
Make a call from the money board
It’s art this I know but it seem that y’all
Wanna have a brawl
Judge and jury
We can do it

Chorus
Any day, Any day
Any day, Any dah
*8

Whosane
Don’t forget the
Hands that feed yah
Don’t depend upon
*2
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Sampa
Busy bee
Father I object this
Talking ‘bout the next this
Everything is everything
I’m writing my objectives
Art is so subjective
Leave us while you sing along
Monkey with a rifle
Winning idols
At the best award
That’s to your accord

Recognise my art
I don’t need your praise
To write the chords
All smoke and
All mirror shit
It’s not art with
No n***as in it

Rooting for the youngest
Who are covered
In gorilla spit
Shouting we unworthy
‘Cos our families are all immigrants
Who decides the bar
And who decide to raise it yuh
Same song sing along
If you play it

Token art and
Token legacy
All rigged up
In the industry

No vision
No visionaries
White out in
All my ancestry
CHORUS

Whosane
Don’t forget the
Hands that feed yah
Don’t depend on it
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Woe is me
Past is still the past
It’s a choice if you erase it
Facts still the facts
Making noise on my playlist

How I’m ‘pose to learn
My mistakes If you erase it
Know my self If you debase it
Love myself if you degrade it

I’m too proud though
Too uppity
Tryna fit in
Too ruggedly
Speaking loud noise
To disturb the peace
We don’t want no peace
8 straight years hip-hop
Didn’t look like me
Now it’s all change
Don’t applaud for no empathy
Smiling all around
I won’t stop until I look
And see a black run festival
Owned by some melanin

Ahead I’m in
Age and mentality
Phase your normality
Rage abnormality
Freedom totality
Straight black Alchemy

We can do it

CHORUS

Whosane
Don’t forget the
Hands that feed you
Don’t depend on it
*4

We can do it
Anyday, Anyday