[male
vocals] (
Deep
resonant
rhythmic
drumming)
Nyabinghi,
Nyabinghi,
hear
the
pulse
of
the
earth
Ancient
sound,
unfolding
truth
before
the
gold (
Chanting
in
distance)
ATAA
NANUGBO
EHHH
SOIL
IS
GROANING
ADAMA
KADOSH
SOIL
IS
HOLY
The
soil
was
here
before
the
money
flowed
Long
before
the
throne
and
the
heavy
road
Before
Tesla,
before
Meta,
before
the
digital
screen
The
seed
was
in
the
soil,
the
only
truth
we’
ve
seen
Ancient
stone
records
what
the
history
books
hide
Before
the
ego
took
the
driver’
s
seat
inside
We
are
the
branches
of
a
tree
that
never
fell
While
they
try
to
build
a
future
in
a
concrete
shell
Bow,
bow
to
the
soil
Bow,
bow
to
the
seed
Nature
provides
everything
that
we
need
No
lab
can
make
a
sunrise,
no
power
can
replace
The
glory
of
the
morning
on
the
earth’
s
own
face
Elon,
Mark,
you
dig
deep
to
reach
the
Mars
glow
But
life
is
standing
here
in
the
earth
you
don’
t
know
Right
under
our
scars,
the
life
force
still
remains
While
you
hunt
for
satellites
in
the
heavenly
plains
No
GM
can
make
the
sacred
yam
rise
high
Only
the
rain
and
the
truth
from
the
open
sky
Bow
to
Yahusua,
the
life
in
the
ground
Where
the
wisdom
of
the
ages
is
waiting
to
be
found
Bow,
bow
to
the
soil
Bow,
bow
to
the
seed
Nature
provides
everything
that
we
need
No
lab
can
make
a
sunrise,
no
power
can
replace
The
glory
of
the
morning
on
the
earth’
s
own
face
The
lions
know
the
lioness,
they
don’
t
eat
the
plastic
Birds
know
the
wind,
they
don’
t
fear
the
drastic
Chemicals
they
offer
in
a
sterile
silver
plate
But
the
cow
knows
the
grass,
it
knows
the
true
fate
Why
do
the
big
men
forget
where
they
stand?
Why
do
they
turn
their
back
on
the
mother
land?
MEDA,
BO
SHI,
Grandpa
Star,
we
thank
you
For
the
glory
in
the
soil
that
is
shining
through
We
are
reclaiming
the
path,
walking
on
the
bone
Of
the
ancient
fathers
who
sat
upon
the
stone
Truth
is
unfolding
like
a
leaf
in
the
spring
Listen
to
the
Nyabinghi,
hear
the
spirit
sing
Bow,
bow
to
the
soil
Bow,
bow
to
the
seed
Nature
provides
everything
that
we
need
No
lab
can
make
a
sunrise,
no
power
can
replace
The
glory
of
the
morning
on
the
earth’
s
own
face (
Drums
intensifying)
ADAMA
KADOSH,
SOIL
IS
HOLY
ATAA
NANUGBO
EHHH,
SOIL
IS
GROANING
Keep
the
root
strong
Keep
the
sound
true
Ancient
path
for
me
and
you (
Fade
out
with
heartbeat
percussion)