Um Ricka
(专辑: Back To The Feature - 2009)
L'hypocrisie dans la politique Ce n'est pas bon. Ce n'est pas bon. Nous n'en voulons pas Démagogie dans la politique Ce n'est pas bon. Ce n'est pas bon. Nous n'en voulons pas La dictature dans la politique Ce n'est pas bon. Ce n'est pas bon. Nous n'en voulons pas Made it out Naija with nothing in the
bank DC cabs got my pops alright UDC where he met my mother Couple years later they had my brother Low income no bills getting paid Not to mention Wale is on the
way It was just the
four of us uptown corners Peabody street venturing off Georgia I
never hugged no corner That is not an ice-cream truck that's a
coroner Back when crack was enormous Moved it to Maryland so that couldn't harm us Thinking I
was OK Got in more trouble as I
got up that age And I
was getting whipped at home in sixth grade But it made me the
man I
am today, Thanks [K'naan:] I
was similar, plus I
was born in middle of Kill 'em up 'dishu make gore in the
cinema Steering up, trouble was pouring the
villain up Little nutjobs come swarming the
village up I
was small with my skinny butt Had to D
up like all in a
titty cup Pop-pop, hit a
mini mug Shitty but I
seeing brain getting splited-up So they taught me to spray But more importantly taught me to pray Oh, mama got a
visa You mean to tell we going Um Ricka Now they want me to grease-up, be less African and get amnesia Nah! Slumdog Million G's up My past gives M.C.s a
rap seizure And I'm similar Critics fall in love when I'm spitting it Flow unfuckwithable, niggas impotent Mama was an immigrant, money slow coming in No benefits still a
nigga never hissy fit This the
land of the
white man We don't plan it to pan out, why fight back? I
just write that right by a
mic stand Write a
couple checks if a
couple y'all like that It's my fact y'all are fiction with diction Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen See with a
District Columbia vision Along with these Yoruba contact lenses Oh yeah, pops got a
visa Think he regret coming to Um Ricka Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers And you believe when a
rapper wan' be one [K'naan:] K'naan and Wale got money in the
bank In the
T.Dot I'm a
soldier with ranks Mark from Kingston was a
gun runner Used to call me the
African Don Dada Rap sheet was as long as a
Sudanese brother You ain't more street so go suck your mother I'm fresh, and yes I
rock my fedoras Amadou & Mariam but still no chorus I
never said [?] Though horoscopes couldn't scope my horrors Rappers please step forward I'm a
magician so please focus It go 'Abracadabra' Mixing potion from African forests Oops, I'm so sorry Just turned your street cred to whole-wheat porridge Ha-ha K'naan, Wale Aw man, it's been a
ride It's been a
hell of a
journey for me man We started off just kinda passing around CDs With uhh motherfucking sharpies written on the
CDs And now, you know, I'm a
couple mixtapes in Had, like, the
mixtape of the
year A
lot of people called it last year So you know You know how Jay-Z said he wasn't going for the
charts On Um, Deaf Auto-tune Like I
wasn't going for like mix-tape of the
year Or like monumental mixtape of the
moment Like, you know what I'm saying It was more so like, I
just want to get my rapping on And with niggas want to get their rapping on So let's get our rapping on