Letras
Ay-nam-may o
Nam-may o
Ay-nam-may, ay-ay-ay-ay-ay o (uh)
Nam-may o
Ay-nam-may o
Nam-may o
Ay-nam-may, ay-ay-ay-ay-ay o
Lord!
This spear (huh!)
Shaka Zulu, Bobo Shanti, Nyabinghi
Man a Mau Mau Warrior
Dispear, eh
Fear and desperation, no depression can't tarry ya
This spear, hey
Ayatollah, Idi Amin, Mennelek
Yo, Man a Masai Warrior
This spear, eh
Fear and desperation no, depression can't tarry ya
This spear
Like Burning Spear, and such and such before me
Who all fought for the cause, and
Dispear, eh
Huh, enforcing all the laws, and
The master of the masses
One has power, the other one lacks it
Guns are power controlled by assets
Owned by financial forecasters
Who are the masters? They are the gangsters
They are the bankers, the ones who tax us
The masses, they are us
The sheep, the people, divided in classes
I go off like a Shite bomb
And all y'all see I'm on my
War paint on my face, shit
My .9, mm, on my waist, shit
I'm a problem, shoot up your place shit
Let a few go, then I get low blazing haze again
The masters, the wall street war chiefs
The elitists groups
The masses, they pray to Jesus
Saying, "He will see us through"
The masters are the aristocratic
The masses ask if the Most High is on His way here
I'm trying to stay clear
My mind is my modern day spear
Hey, I say, "This spear," huh!
Shaka Zulu, Bobo Shanti, Man a Gideon
Man a Mau Mau Warrior
Dispear, eh
Fear and desperation, no depression can't tarry ya
This spear, hey
Through the hands of time and cruel men
It has slew more than a billion
Dispear, eh