[male
vocals] (
Sound
of
tools
clinking,
steady
bassline
kicks
in)
Yeah,
man
Listen
up,
Sharp
Razor
Mark
Mazila,
my
brother,
hear
me
now
We
have
a
mission
today
Let
the
tools
speak,
let
the
engines
hum
Time
is
ticking,
let’
s
go
Early
morning
sun
rising
on
the
concrete
street
Me
and
Mark
Mazila
moving
with
the
heavy
beat
Sharp
Razor
in
the
workshop,
yeah
the
iron
is
cold
But
we
have
a
story
that
is
yet
to
be
told
My
days
are
numbered,
yeah
the
clock
is
ticking
fast
We
gotta
build
a
future
that
is
surely
gonna
last
Don't
sit
around
waiting
for
the
world
to
show
the
way
We
pick
up
the
wrench
and
we
seize
the
brand
new
day
Rise
up,
my
brother,
let
us
work
to
the
fullest
Repairing
the
machines,
yeah
we
move
the
slowest
We
fix
the
Kalabo
Sikongo,
make
the
engines
roar
People
gonna
travel,
knocking
on
the
open
door
Rise
up,
Mark
Mazila,
let
your
spirit
shine
bright
We
gonna
keep
the
wheels
turning
through
the
darkest
night
Look
at
the
engine,
she’
s
broken
and
she’
s
worn
But
in
this
dusty
yard
a
new
vision
is
born
Sharp
Razor
tightening
the
bolts
with
a
steady
hand
We
are
the
finest
mechanics
throughout
all
the
land
We
solve
the
puzzle,
yeah
we
figure
it
out
Cast
away
the
shadows,
cast
away
the
doubt
When
the
pistons
are
firing
and
the
oil
is
clean
We
build
the
greatest
vehicle
that
you’
ve
ever
seen
Rise
up,
my
brother,
let
us
work
to
the
fullest
Repairing
the
machines,
yeah
we
move
the
slowest
We
fix
the
Kalabo
Sikongo,
make
the
engines
roar
People
gonna
travel,
knocking
on
the
open
door
Rise
up,
Mark
Mazila,
let
your
spirit
shine
bright
We
gonna
keep
the
wheels
turning
through
the
darkest
night
Life
is
a
machine,
you
gotta
oil
the
gears
Push
past
the
struggle
and
release
all
the
fears
From
Kalabo
to
Sikongo,
the
road
is
calling
out
That’
s
what
the
mechanic’
s
life
is
all
about
Work
to
the
fullest,
yeah,
leave
a
legacy
Built
by
the
strength
of
you
and
me
So
keep
the
pressure
high,
keep
the
focus
true
There’
s
so
much
more
for
us
to
actually
do
Sharp
Razor
leading,
Mark
Mazila
by
my
side
We
take
this
journey
with
a
sense
of
pride
Every
bolt
that
we
turn,
every
part
that
we
mend
Is
a
message
of
hope
that
we’
re
gonna
send
Let
the
people
travel,
let
the
country
move
We’
re
finding
our
rhythm,
we’
re
finding
our
groove
Rise
up,
my
brother,
let
us
work
to
the
fullest
Repairing
the
machines,
yeah
we
move
the
slowest
We
fix
the
Kalabo
Sikongo,
make
the
engines
roar
People
gonna
travel,
knocking
on
the
open
door
Rise
up,
Mark
Mazila,
let
your
spirit
shine
bright
We
gonna
keep
the
wheels
turning
through
the
darkest
night
Yeah,
keep
it
turning
Sharp
Razor,
Mark
Mazila
Working
to
the
fullest,
man
Kalabo
to
Sikongo,
we
keep
them
moving
Blessings
on
the
work,
blessings
on
the
hands
Yeah,
we
rise
up (
Fade
out
with
bass
and
drums)