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Military Arrangement
00:43
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Military arrangement
Military arrangement
Bhalagwe's in the dreams sis
Bhalagwe's in the dreams man
Dzamara's in the jungle boy
Mass graves and get downs
Deadly knocks in the night
Military arrangement
Military arrangement
My people are down in the dirt
People are drowning in debt
My people are down in the dirt
Mass graves and get downs
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Animals
00:31
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Where is the Love
01:22
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Military Arrangement 2
00:58
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Evil on evil
Evil on evil
Evil on evil
Evil on evil
Evil on evil
Stuck in a hard land, the walk's on tip toe
Dancing in boxes, outside's some pitchforks
Walking on safe ground, taking no chances
You speak out they brand you, everyone's hiding
In plain sight the walk is: everyone head down
A knock in the witching hours, welcome to Salem
Welcome to Thug State, welcome to Zim boy
Stuck in a Mugabe hangover welcome to Africa
Stuck in a flood of shame, leaders dancing on graves
Walking on razorblades, racing for cutthroats
Stuck in a land of fear, nursing festering sores
Yeah
The pain needs to stop, the veil needs to lift
My sisters and brothers get pissed off in foreigns
That rage is important but Big Brother's watching so watch it back
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Gukurahundi Babies
02:22
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What are we here for?
Welcome to Zim
Welcome to hell
Hey, welcome to heaven!!
Our country's a burden
Still we trying to be better
Still we trying to be human
Our fathers were ghosts
Our sons we present for them
Our daughters we raising them
Products of broken homes
Born in the Mugabe era
Our eyes we keep on the ball
Happy homes is what we after
A better life's what we want
Life's bloody premiums
Feed the fam and fuck the bother
Let the message spread
Only for the message, man we need the fame
The balancing act is hell
What are we here for?
Where I come from,
We know what hell is
We know how things snowball
So we buying by the cases
Long as you live my sister,
The dream's is still alive
Make the weather warmer for it
Whoever timelines a calling
I'm the living testament
Born in a land that
Sent the soldiers down:
With AKs, bullets, bayonets, and gave us genocide:
Closed lips, mass rapes, mass graves and tribal divides:
Gukurahundi babies
Raised in a land that
At the age of five
Put a knife in my hand
And some other other smaller hands,
And let the posse run around
Let the animals pounce
Get the brains out get the mob in young homies be men
Have mercy on the village
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Sinkende Money
00:42
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Free Gigs
00:56
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Living ft. Scarlet
01:16
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They told me keep on writing, some voices can't be missing that's how you keep on fighting.
They told me keep on dreaming, told me keep on searching that's how you keep on breathing
They told me drop that knife, and then leave all that and please stay off prison
They told me stay on track and only keep to facts and then you keep on moving
My family keeps on living, even though things ain't easy
They told me keep on dancing, even though life ain't easy
They told me dance for rains, homie play your part and then you keep on living
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10. |
Mad Men ft. Sinkende
02:14
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Hillary Keni-Witsani Zimbabwe
Avant-garde musician, writer, arranger and performer. Bends western music sounds to fit into African traditional and modern rhythms prevalent among the San and Kalanga people of Western Zimbabwe and Eastern Botswana.
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