[male
vocals] (
Verse 2)
Thirteen-twenty-four,
he
set
out
on
the
road,
A
holy
pilgrimage,
a
legendary
load.
Sixty
thousand
men
marching
side
by
side,
Caravans
of
camels
full
of
African
pride.
Eighty
camels
packed
with
the
dust
of
the
sun,
Handing
out
the
gold
to
each
and
every
one.
When
he
rolled
into
Cairo,
he
gave
it
all
away,
And
the
value
of
the
currency
plummeted
for
days! (
Chorus)
Mansa
Kanka
Musa,
Emperor
of
Mali,
Walking
in
the
light
of
the
divine
decree!
With
a
heart
full
of
faith
and
a
hand
full
of
gold,
The
greatest
story
of
the
continent
told.
Roots,
rock,
reggae
for
the
golden
king,
Let
the
choirs
of
Timbuktu
forever
sing! (
Bridge)
But
he
didn't
just
bring
gold
to
the
foreign
sand,
He
brought
the
masters
of
the
mind
back
to
his
land.
Architects
and
scholars
from
the
northern
coast,
To
build
up
the
cities
that
we
honor
the
most.
The
Sankore
University,
rising
up
high,
Where
the
books
and
the
wisdom
reach
up
to
the
sky.
A
beacon
of
knowledge,
a
fortress
of
grace,
Uplifting
the
identity
of
the
human
race. (
Verse 3)
Now
the
clay
of
Djinguereber
still
stands
in
the
sun,
A
testament
to
everything
the
Emperor
had
done.
They
write
you
in
the
charts
as
the
richest
of
all
time,
But
the
richness
of
your
legacy
is
what
makes
this
rhyme.
Not
the
gold
in
the
vault,
nor
the
crown
on
the
head,
But
the
empire
of
intellect
you
left
there
instead. (
Outro)
Yeah...
Mansa
Musa.
The
gold
may
fade,
but
the
history
remains.
From
Niani
to
Gao,
the
roots
run
deep.
A
righteous
ruler
in
the
ancient
days.
Let
the
spirit
of
Mali
inspire
the
children
today.
One
love.
One
destiny.
Rastafari. (
Heavy
bass
dropping
out,
leaving
a
ringing
echo
of
the
brass
section
and
a
fading
drum
beat)