Lionshead E L U C I D (Ft. Arissa Hall)

I've been reminiscing about Jozi today
Chakalak, fat-cakes, and three dollar wine
And all that good stuff
But also remembering what the end of the world looked like
Some wild shit we saw while ridin' a bike
Shit looked like the Taj Mahal
But ain't no gator dancin'
And the only Skip you might see last name is Gates
But that camera crew that came too late

Gold Reef City
Feelin' Lucky and also scary
'Cause these niggas know we not family
I don't speak no Zulu, Xhosa, or Sotho
And the only thing I got for you is universal negro head nod
Or should I say, Bantu?
But fuck that!
We namin' ourselves; reclaiming ourselves
I'll call it how I see it and move accordingly

Tryin' to do this rap shit, 'cause I got so much to say
So why not put it on the beat
In Africa, America, and beyond
Tryin' to transgress the boundaries
While respectin' the specificity of location
Which allows me to truly understand
The difference between Madiba and Dr. King
By also recognizing the sameness
And the Disney revisionist histories imposed upon them
By those who shall remain nameless