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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 Songtexte Whosane Don’t forget the Hands that feed yah Don’t depend upon *2 - 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 niggas 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 - 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 Aus Songtexte Mania