Song Details: This Is Not America Residente Lyrics. The song name is This Is Not America which is sung by Residente ft. Ibeyi.
This Is Not America Residente Lyrics
We’re here, hey
That we’re’ here
Look at me, we’re here
Since a while ago when you arrived
There were already the prints of our shoes
They stole even the cat food
And they’re still licking the plate
I’m so mad at these ingrates.
Today I hit the drums hard, until they accuse me of mistreatment
If you don’t understand the data, then I’ll throw it at you in cumbia
Bossa nova, tango or vallenato
To the Calabó and Bamboo, well frontú
With hot blood, like Timbuktu
We are inside the menu
Tupac is named Tupac after Tupac Amaru from Peru
America is not just the USA, Dad
This is from Tierra del Fuego to Canada
You have to be well gross, well hollow
It’s like saying that Africa is just Morocco
To these scoundrels
They forgot that the calendar they use was invented by the Mayans
With the pre-Columbian valdivia
For a long time, uh, this continent walks
But even with toa the navy can not take out of the showcase
To the peasant plague
This goes pa’l foreman of the company
The machete is not only for ‘cutting cane, it is also for ‘cutting head’
Here we are ‘, we are always’
We don’t leave’, we don’t leave’
Here we are ‘to’ remember you
If you want my machete, it bites you
Here we are ‘, we are always’
We don’t leave’, we don’t leave’
Here we are ‘to’ remember you
If you want my machete, it bites you
If you want my machete, it bites you
If you want my machete, it bites you
If you want my machete, it bites you
It bites you, it bites you
The paramilitaries, the guerrillas
The children of the conflict, the gangs
Blacklists, false positives
The murdered journalists, the disappeared
The narco-governments, everything they stole
Those who manifest and those who forgot
The persecutions, the coups d’etat
The bankrupt country, the exiles, the devalued peso
Drug trafficking, cartels
The invasions, the undocumented migrants
Five presidents in eleven days
Shot at close range by police
More than a hundred years of torture
The nova trova singing in the middle of dictatorship
We are the blood that blows the atmospheric pressure
Gambino, my brother, this is America
Here we are ‘, we are always’
We don’t leave’, we don’t leave’
Here we are ‘to’ remember you
If you want my machete, it bites you
Here we are ‘, we are always’
We don’t leave’, we don’t leave’
Here we are ‘to’ remember you
If you want my machete, it bites you
If you want my machete, it bites you
If you want my machete, it bites you
If you want my machete, it bites you
It bites you, it bites you
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