Panda (Remix)

Father, Son AND Holy GhostWe live that Panda life where I’m fromIt’s black and white where I come fromNo grays, even cow grass greenIf you don’t know then ask someoneSee my vocabulary come with headshotsFor new comers that ain’t tell yetIt ain’t for the fear of death on bodasThat my listener’s headsets are helmetsMe and hell met, been to hell and backStare the devil in the face, when I laughEquatorial’s how the story goIf it’s heat, KLA is where it’s atSatan came on vacation, seconds later he was vacatingIt’s not a game here like PlayStation,It’s way too many cats that pray stationedCovered in the blood like them butchersCountry on our back while we’re doing push upsPaint a real picture, no touch upsOthers couldn’t cut the mustard, now they’re playing ketchupKampala si bizimbe how the saying goOff the chain bro, like d’jangoSoil so fertile, if you pick a leafYou’re gonna probably leave, with the mangoStill don’t know who killed Captain Alex,Still watching trying to find out thatSo wakaliwood if I send shooters to your stateThey’ll probably leave your whitehouse blackOh my God! Jesus Christ!New York city burnt to the ground!We got head turners, when they walk byOur women literally turn you aroundSee at this rate, the company gonna sue the whole country and tell it to stopCoz how we popularised the Rolex, the food about to make more money than the watchThat’s UG, take your stuff, make it our own, welcome to UgandaTake out white, add red and yellow to the black, that’s how we redo the panda, pandaRays of gamma in my grammarSo country but ain’t from alabamaWhen I say the A I don’t mean AtlantaKill a beat for fun, Tony MontanaCelebrate the Red but ain’t talking SantaThey’re raising concerns while we’re raising the standardGo on and tell every Khaled on the planetThat UG the best, yeahApana, apana, apana…