Aweh! Martin Mutale!
Yebo, asambe!
Listen to the log drum, sho!
When Martin Mutale enters the place
Everybody feels the bass
Eish! The groove is so clean
Sharp sharp, you know what I mean
Walking like a king in the township streets
Moving his feet to the Amapiano beats
Martin, the way you vibe is so grand
The reconstruction of the land, sho!
Martin Mutale, asambe!
Shaya the log drum, yebo!
Martin Mutale, asambe!
We are dancing all night, sho!
Martin Mutale, asambe!
Shaya the log drum, yebo!
Martin Mutale, asambe!
Aweh, aweh!
From Pretoria to Jozi they know the name
Martin Mutale playing no game
With the style so neat and the vibe so sweet
Bringing the fire, bringing the heat
Eish! The crowd is spinning around
When Martin Mutale commands the town
Sharp sharp, my brother, you lead the way
We celebrate your name today!
Martin Mutale, asambe!
Shaya the log drum, yebo!
Martin Mutale, asambe!
We are dancing all night, sho!
Martin Mutale, asambe!
Shaya the log drum, yebo!
Martin Mutale, asambe!
Aweh, aweh!
Martin Mutale...
Aweh!
Sharp sharp.
Asambe!