I appeal to the queen mother Our land Gaia
Who has absorbed the wars of our father
Thirsty for strafing

I appeal to the spirit of Ifri and Tina Rinen
Warrior protectors matriarchs
indigenous North African

I appeal to Maat's wisdom and justice
To balance the game
Before all the pieces are smashed

I ask the benevolence
Of the goddess of Heaven Innana
A vision in panorama
Which defile in slideshow

ASE
May the spirit of Osun fill us with love and strength
Between the tree and the bark
Sabotage and debauchery
End to end

Charge
A Bad Gyal Army on Mic is Fatal
A burst of awakening
To our ancestral goddesses

Hamazan
We are no longer legends
We are beautiful and well presented

Words went red went black
Weapons as verse curse black
Levitate hang rise

Godly, holy

Ah these women! Again, these women!
Who complain about everything, nothing at all

Oh la la, help Mr 'I do not understand'
All these fights that escalate against patriarchy
If you do not pick up the case - yah
Sit down
Be humble
And listen to good liver
Michelle Obama or Malala
Fairness threatens only those who profit from Imbalance, wars and militia
Sakara was the only one who frees
As defends Angela Rye, the real battle
Is against a mentality already in fault, which derails

We will recreate a world
Without walls of fear and without visas
With the authenticity of Frida and the grace of Lupita
Oscars carpets are illuminated
At conferences like Ilhan Omar
A Bad Gyal Army on Mic is Fatal
A burst arousal Hamazan

Words went red went black
Weapons as verse curse black
Levitate hang rise

Godly, holy


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Je fais appel a la reine mère Notre terre Gaia

Qui a absorbé les guerres de nos père assoiffé de mitraillage

Je fais appel a l’esprit d’Ifri et de Tina Rinen

guerrière protectrices matriarchs autochtones nord africaines

Je fais appel a la sagesse et la justice de Maat

Pour équilibrer le jeu avant que Tous les pions ne se fracassent

Je demande la bienveillance de la déesse des cieux Innana

une vision en panorama

qui Defile en diaporama

Que l’esprit D’Osun nous remplisse

d’amour et de force

entre l’arbre et l’écorce

sabotage et débauche

bout a bout on Désamorce

Une Armée de Bad Gyal

sur le mic c’est Fatal

Un éveil en rafale

A nos deesses ancêtrale

Hamazanes,

On n’est Plus des légendes

debout aux PREMIERS Rangs

on est belles et bien présentes,


ET ON EST PRÊTE À CHARGER