Mazi Nkama Village Contradiction (Remix)

(Upbeat, rhythmic bassline kicks in)

Hahaha, hahaha!

Eheee! Mazi Nkama o!

Wicked with the papers, but sweet with the pot of soup.

Yeah, let the story be told.

Mazi Nkama, the chairman of land wahala,

Got the pen in his hand, selling today, selling tomorrow.

If you sneeze on your father’s land, he’ll say "it’s mine,"

A surveyor, a witness, and a lawyer—all in his mind.

The village people shout, "Mazi, don't be like that!"

But he’ll just smile, adjust his cap, and say, "Come on, let’s chat."

His heart is hard like cement when it reaches land matter,

But when it reaches the kitchen... eh! The story starts to scatter.

Mazi Nkama, Mazi Nkama,

You’re selling people's land, but you’re stirring the neighbor's soup.

Mazi Nkama, Mazi Nkama,

Wicked hand for documents, soft hand for the pot.

If you're hungry, go and meet him,

If you have land, you better run quick,

Mazi Nkama—the village contradiction!

In the morning he’s at the meeting, saying "this land belongs to the state,"

By the afternoon he’s at your door, "Nne, is the soup ready on the plate?"

He’ll taste it, add the maggi, add the meat, add a little love,

Saying, "Let the neighbor's belly be full, so the wahala doesn't grow above."

It’s the same mouth that signs the legal paper,

It’s the same hand that shares the meat, a savory flavor.

Mazi Nkama, Mazi Nkama,

You’re selling people's land, but you’re stirring the neighbor's soup.

Mazi Nkama, Mazi Nkama,

Wicked hand for documents, soft hand for the pot.

If you're hungry, go and meet him,

If you have land, you better run quick,

Mazi Nkama—the village contradiction!

The village says, "There are two Nkamas inside of one body,"

One Nkama is chasing land, making everybody rowdy.

One Nkama is chasing love, filling up the pot,

Which one should we hold? Which one should we leave in the lot?

Mazi Nkama, Mazi Nkama,

You sell the land by day, you share the soup by night.

Mazi Nkama, Mazi Nkama,

You should leave our father’s land,

But don’t stop cooking for the neighbor, please,

Because when the belly is full, the wahala goes to sleep!

Eheh, Mazi Nkama!

Land wahala plus soup wahala,

Equals the complete chairman of the village!

We see you, Mazi.

Hahaha, just keep the pepper soup coming!

(Fade out with rhythmic drums)