12. Outro (The Port) Prod by Skinny Crazy Beats
(Lyrics)  
 
[Intro]  
Hein ! Tchieu tchieu tchieu !  
Heyeah ! Martial Pa’nucci ! Mwana Mayi zwaaa !  
Yoka ! Zwa (Brrrrrrrrrrr) ! Zwa !  
 
[ Refrain ]  
Brazzaville and Ponton now flood like a port  
Dolisie  and Ouesso now flood like a port  
Djambala and Kinkala float like boats in a harbor  
Owando and Mossendjo float like boats in a harbor  
Oyo and Nkayi now flood like a port  
At the end of each rain, the whole Congo floats like the port of Yoro  
 
Evacuate ! Evacuate !  
Evacuate (Evacuate!)  
Mama (Mama!)  
Tata (Tata!)  
Careful, careful, you might drown!  
 
[ Verse 1 ]  
Blow!  
They thought they'd shut me up  
I've come back strong, like Jesus resurrected  
I sang “lock up the thieves”.  
Today you must listen to ‘‘Libongo’’  
At the end of each rain we beg God in prayer  
 
A country this rich  
Where embezzlement enriches thieves  
A naturally rich country  
But look how we live  
In routine and unemployment  
In misery it's a shame  
 
In insalubrity and famine  
In suffering  
In disease  
We lack medicine  
In worries  
And in these difficulties nothing ever goes right  
 
We lack strength  
Searching is difficult  
Begging is hard  
Fighting is hard  
To leave the country is difficult  
To stay is hard  
Brazzaville is hard (huh)  
Famine and poverty  
Even on days of great famine  
everything is in short supply!  
 
[ Refrain 2 ]  
 
[ 2e Couplet ]  
All the thieves in the country  
Will soon leave their posts and flee  
All the country's thieves  
Will soon flee this country  
 
Get ready and be patient  
Get ready and be patient  
Today is another day  
And it won't be the same  
 
Those who embezzled the country's money  
Will be summoned to repay  
Those who built houses  
will do the same  
 
Those who put money in tax havens  
will do the same  
no one should get rich on the backs of the people  
 
[ Hook 1 ]  
This is me, Mama Marie's son  
Every time I sing it's serious  
I'm Moyi mokê's father hey hey!  
 
[ Refrain 2 ]  
 
[ Hook 2 ]  
This is me, Mama Marie's son  
Every time I sing it's serious  
This is me, little brother of Yakuza du Break  
Every time I sing it's serious  
This is me, Grace’s husband  
Every time I sing it's serious hey hey!  
 
[ Outro ]  
Hey! Ahaha I mean the situation in this country...  
Ah sometimes I run out of words...  
And the henchmen prevent me from speaking  
But I always manage to sing and denounce  
Those who have plundered this country relentlessly  
They're still out there strutting their stuff in big cars  
And they'd like us to watch them without saying a word  
You Congolese see these people every day  
If you don't stand up and call these people to account  
You will continue to suffer floods and other misfortunes...  
 
Evacuate ! Evacuate !  
Evacuate (Evacuate!)  
Mama (Mama!)  
Tata (Tata!)  
Careful, careful, you might drown!