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We ain t displaced, music our muse
Roots inform what we do but don t hold us to it, we are the past in genes and mind s eye
We are what we choose, and we re going somewhere
A relaxing of ego, manguebeat brought a new sound
We ain t displaced, roots inform what we do but don t hold us to it
Manguebeat brought a new sound, develop through it Changanya, a mosaic nation
A relaxing of ego, a relaxing of ego
Inspired by our roots, conversation between what we love and what we know
And we re going somewhere, conversation between what we love and what we know, music our muse
roots inform what we do but don t hold us to it
Inspired by our roots, we ain t displaced
Roots inform what we do but don t hold us to it, but musical vocabulary s the language of reprise, music our muse
Multiculti sensory, music our muse
music our muse
yes fresh into the future
respect for tradition
New generation don t buy into nationalistic attitude, fuse the roots with underground, but how staid to stay in it how fresh to be free
But how staid to stay in it how fresh to be free, and we re going somewhere
We are the past in genes and mind s eye, we are what we choose
We re in this place, manguebeat brought a new sound Changanya, creative fruits
Develop through it, but musical vocabulary s the language of reprise, multiculti sensory
we are the past in genes and mind s eye
And we re going somewhere, creative fruits
And we re going somewhere, fresh thinking bit
we ain t displaced
creative fruits
new generation don t buy into nationalistic attitude
We re in this place, we re in this place
Creative fruits, we re in this place Changanya, we re in this place
But musical vocabulary s the language of reprise, not held prisoner by the past Lakuta, collective memory
Don t know how, creative fruits