Msaki – Anisixabisanga Lyrics

Msaki Anisixabisanga Lyrics, Anisixabisanga Lyrics by Msaki ft The Brother Moves On

Anasixabisanga
Wena uhleka isiqhazolo
Ebusweni benstsokolo yethu
Anisixabisanga
Kwaye uyasimbambezela
Ngalomtshini wakho

Anasixabisanga
Kwaye mihla nezolo
Amathambo neziporho
Zezono zenu
Anis’khathalalenga
Kwaye niyasibambezela
Ngokunyoluka kwenu
Nyoluka kwenu
Nyoluka

Lomoya lo (Ninyolukile man, ninyolikile)
Uyabanda (Ninyolukile man, ninyolikile)
Lomoya lo (Ninyolikile)
Uyabanda (Nincolile)
Uyabanda (Nincolile)

The wind blows
The dunes do not change shape

There is a plane in the sky (yeah)
It’s got Guptas in it (ahhh)
The planes gonna crash (yeah)
Or land at waterkloof
Isn’t there an army at waterkloof ( isn’t there)
Isn’t there an army at waterkloof ( isn’t there)
Isn’t there an army at waterkloof ( isn’t there)
Isn’t there an army there ?
Isn’t there an army there ?
Isn’t there an army there ?
Isn’t there an army there ?
Isn’t there an army there ?
Isn’t there an army there ?
Isn’t there ?
Isn’t there ?
Isn’t there ?
Isn’t there ?
Isn’t there ?
Isn’t there ?

As my words tread this page I watch this entity enraged.
Trying to search for what we search for in this maze.
Its a circular prism where white light spreads to return to its gism of whiteness.
We need to define the sensation of lacking the blackness.
So he stands to feed you lies of the mics unlimited skies.
While inside by the by he sits there questioning why;
he cant be the black guy to make all black guy fly…sky high.

Msaki Anisixabisanga Lyrics English Translation

They do not appreciate us
You laugh out loud
In the face of our suffering
You did not appreciate us
And he is holding us back
With your machine

They do not appreciate us
And every day
Bones and ghosts
For your sins
You don’t care
And you’re holding us back
By your greed
Get out of here
Nyoluka

This spirit (You are greedy man, you are greedy)
You’re cold (You’re greedy man, you’re greedy)
This Spirit (You are greedy)
Cold (Dirty)
Cold (Dirty)

The wind blows
The dunes do not change shape

There is a plane in the sky (yeah)
It’s got Guptas in it (ahhh)
The planes gonna crash (yeah)
Or land at waterkloof
Isn’t there an army at waterkloof (isn’t there)
Isn’t there an army at waterkloof (isn’t there)
Isn’t there an army at waterkloof (isn’t there)
Isn’t there an army there?
Isn’t there an army there?
Isn’t there an army there?
Isn’t there an army there?
Isn’t there an army there?
Isn’t there an army there?
Isn’t there?
Isn’t there?
Isn’t there?
Isn’t there?
Isn’t there?
Isn’t there?

As my words tread this page I watch this entity enraged.
Trying to search for what we search for in this maze.
Its a circular prism where white light spreads to return to its gism of whiteness.
We need to define the sensation of lacking the blackness.
So he stands to feed you lies of the mics unlimited skies.
While inside by the by he sits there questioning why;
he cant be the black guy to make all black guy fly … sky high.