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letra de african elephants (bbc trampled tambores mix) - cyne

[verse 1: huallah star (cise star)]
yo, yo, african elephants move swiftly through your settlement
moving the sediment with the age-old intelligence
evident huallah star is constellation
causing migration to time and earth’s population
educated, gifted mind shine throughout the ignorance
moving my ligaments with the five-percent sentiments
child legitimate. portrait that is intimate
so now you’re hearing this. work ethic is style-diligent
elegant. got more power than war presidents
setting the precedent—gold chains, rings, we rocket it
bottle, rocket at the cosmos ‘cause only god knows
satan and his devils gave blows to k!ll diallo
my bone marrow to the core is for the hip hop
nonstop beauty of god within the jukebox
i be bought. slowly and swift, making your seat rock
formed the cyne. put it up, making your car stop

[hook: huallah star (cise star)] (x2)
the consolation: degradation of the whole nation
the complication of thought had made the gods angry
sacred stars from the galaxy can tell us all
we gotta get right, aight, before we all fall

[verse 2: global nosmilez (akin yai)]
phony doctrines got us locked in the slave mind
i escape mine pen-battling—time for shine
my word is sacred; babylon is filled with hatred
they gave us crack, legalized gats in this matrix
labeled me “bandit” ever since my feet landed
the rebel on the trans-atlantic—they can’t stand it
i fought laws, fled north for just cause
african elephants frightening—we light jaws
41 shots to diallo. what the f-ck?
giuliani suck a veteran d-ck—now he stuck
nation at war. buffalo soldiers gave more
red blood to this bullsh-t land. i wage war
ain’t sh-t democratic. lies are systematic
they wanna see latinos and blacks remain static
i bring havoc behind bars or not
getting scars being free or leaving scars with shots

[verse 3: global nosmilez (akin yai) and huallah star (cise star)]
[global nosmilez (akin yai)]
akin speak with bobby seale’s fist in the air
i’m tryna blow hope—with words, i’m bliss in the air
i’m on a ship with marcus, tryin’ to spark this like
“400 years of tears, but for what?”
we all stuck praying for luck and need a miracle
i got no religion—my god is ancient spiritual
wisdom is lyrical now. i respect that like
“wisdom is lyrical now. i respect that like…”
[huallah star (cise star)]
stampeding your dreams, open your mind, making you fiend
for the wisdom. government systems wanting you silent
open the violence against our own like we mindless
instead of fighting each other, we need to be united
the social climate taking our start in fires
tucking the wires. don’t go rest—we need to hire
a new messiah. telling truth, so no more liars
selling us bullsh-t and we forced to go and buy it

- cyne

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