Aayo Saila

Ayo Ayo Ayo Ayo Ayo Ayo Ayo Saila da Ayo Ayo Ayo Ayo Ayo Ayo hai Ayo hai Ayo hai Ayo Ayo Ayo oi Ayo Ayo Ayo Ayo Ayo Ayo Ayo Ayo Ayo Ayo Ayo ho Ayo ho Ayo Ayo Ayo ho Ayo ho Ayo ho Ayo Ayo Ayo Saila I'm from the land of the lost Gold Anachronistic work of Picasso Where all of my people be spit by the system like they all be chewing tobaccos Raised by the house of apostles So please do not question my gospel Revolution is not in our blood homie it's found in all of our fossils Ani yestai cha hamro ni baato Mrityu ta jiwan ko saato La nu ta k cha ra Hera law hami ta sabai ho yaha ek maato Yestai cha aat bro Boldai na sabdha yaah bol cha hai bambhok Tai nai ta khas ho Hoina mo Martin na luthor mo matra ek saas ho Go ask tho Urr Not a voice for my people See, I am my people Now, I claim my people No we ain't that equal I was raised by the fields So I've seen miseries Close to the seed You steal of when they reap But now I'm back up on the beat It's gon be a mid day meal So go and make some noise Tell the boys to come rejoice like Lai Bari Lai Lai Lai Bari Lai (oi) Lai Bari Lai Lai Lai Bari Lai (oi) Lai Bari Lai Lai Lai Bari Lai (oi) Lai Bari Lai Lai Lai Bari Lai (oi)