From the CD: Africano - The Mother of Groove
Lyric:
Africalypso, Africalypso
Some four hundred years ago
They took away my forefathers
From Africa to America
My forefathers took along their music
And some became jazz
Some became soul
Some became rhythm and blues
Swing, big band, bop, hip hop, funk, jazz, rap, reggea, ragga,
And some became calypso
The body can be enslaved but never ever the spirit
So whereever there is soul in the music
Whereever the spirit moves the music
Whether in Jamaica, whether for Cuba
Even in Trinidad and Tobago
Whether Brasilia, I say Brasilia
America, Europa, Australia, Asia
Whereever there is soul in the music
Behind it you find the African
Africalypso, Africalypso
Ah! Ayan, show them Africa
[Talking drum interlude]
Eeeeee, Ooooo
Ayeele, Africa
Ikira o, Eee, Eee, Eee, Eh!
Ah!, Africalypso
Lagbaja, Lagbaja Lagbaja, Lagbaja
Lagbaja Olagbaja Lagbaja Olagbaja
Lagbaja omo Tamedu (Lagbaja the son of Tamedu)
Tamedu omo Lamorin (Tamedu the son of Lamorin )
Lamorin omo Lakasegbe (Lamorin the son of Lakasegbe)
Lakasegbe omo Laalu (Lakasegbe the son of Laalu)
Laalu omo Lagbaja (Laalu the son of Lagbaja)
Orin gbogbo, Ilu gbogbo (All music, all groove)
Bo ba ti ba tijo wa (If it's about music / dance)
Ti'a ni (It is ours )
Ani bo ba ti ba tijo wa (I said If it's about music / dance)
Tia ni (It is ours )
Bee fe e gbo, Bee fe e ko (If you wish, listen; if you wish disagree)
Tia ni, tia ni (It's ours, it's ours )
Ikira!
Africalypso, Africalypso
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