K'Naan talking
Verse
Until the lion learns to speak
The tales of hunting will be weak
My poetry hails within the streets
My poetry fails to be discrete
It travels across the earth and seas
From Eritrea to the West Indies
It knows no boundaries, no trees
It's studied in parts of the Greece

Runtaa
Hadii kale waxaan lahaa
Hahee

I am sick as far as lyrics
I with it as far as gimmicks
I spit barraging limit
The shit they talking, rip it
I am hip, the hop is living

Vakuru woye ndipeiwo kamukana kangu
Leaders, please give me an opportunity

Inga vaye vaye vaye
Those who got a chance to get to the top

Vakawana mukana wekuvepo pamsoro
Who were lucky enough to get to the top

Vakaita mhanza yekukwirepo pamsoro
Who got the chance to get to the top

Vakuchitora mukana uyu sehuchenjeri
They consider this opportunity as cleverness

Verse 1
Ada bi, anɔpa bi
Na awofoɔ bi, ɛferɛɛ wɔn ba wɔ dɛm bisa no sɛ
Kwadwo, nti worebɛbu ɔbra papa nie
Ahwɛ yɛn ama yɛn se atutu, sɛ nea yɛahwɛ wo ama wo se afifi
Yɛnim sɛ abɛsɛ yɛ kɛseɛ a, ɔyɛ ma adufɔkyeɛ a
Woyɛ yɛn dɔba, yɛ dehyeɛ
Y'akoma mu, wo ne obiara mmɔ mu hyeɛ
Yɛn awo brɛ mu, nsuo hyeɛ
Adeɛ hia adɛnkum a, ɔte nsuo, nyɛ kwaɛ mu
Ɔpapa nso ɛtenaa hɔ din, ɔtoa so sɛ
Hwɛ w'afɛfoɔ, ebi wɔ nfuo, agyapadeɛ, ne akurabatan
Hwɛ wo maame, ɔyɛ ɔbaatan, wɔayɛ sɛ ɔkraman baatan