I'm A African
(专辑: Lets Get Free - 2000)
Yo turn this motherfucking shit up! Ha ha ha Uhuru, coupe tete boule kay Rwanda, Nigeria, Africa's in the
house My nigga D.R. [Verse 1] Nigga the
red is for the
blood in my arm The
black is for the
gun in my palm And the
green is for the
tram that grows natural Like locks on Africans Holdin the
smoke from the
herb in my abdomen Camouflage fatigues, and daishikis Somewhere in between N.W.A. and P.E. I'm black like Steve Biko Raised in the
ghetto by the
people Fuck the
police you know how we do [Verse 2] Ayo my life is like Roots it's a
true story It's too gory for them televised fables on cable I'ma a
runaway slave watching the
north star Shackles on my forearm, runnin with the
gun on my palm I'm an African, never was an African-American Blacker than black I
take it back to my origin Same skin hated by the
klansmen Big nose and lips, big hips and butts, dancin, what [HOOK:] I'm a
African I'm a
African, uhh And I
know what's happenin I'm a
African I'm a
African, uhh And I
know what's happenin You a
African? You a
African?, louder Do you know what's happenin? I'm a
African I'm a
African, uhh And I
know what's happenin It's plain to see, you cant change me cuz I'm a
people army for life Where you from fool? [Verse 3] No I
wasn't born in Ghana, but Africa is my momma And I
did not end up here from bad karma Or from B-Ball, selling mad crack or rappin Peter Tosh try to tell us what happened He was sayin if you black then you African So they had to kill him, and make him a
villain Cuz he was teachin the
children I
feel him, he was tryin to drop us a
real gem That's why we bucking holes in the
ceilin when we hearin [HOOK] A-F-R-I-C-A, Puerto Rico, Haiti, and J.A. New York and Cali, F-L-A No it ain't 'bout where you stay, it's bout the
motherland [x2] [Verse 4] It's like tank top, flip flop Knotty dread lock, fuck a
cop, hip hop Make your head bop Bounce to this, socialist movement My environment made me the
nigga I
am Uncle Sam came and got me and arrested my fam Try to infiltrate and murder off the
best of my clan I'm not American, punk, Democrat, or Republican Remember that, most of the
cats we know, be hustlin My momma work, all her life and still strugglin I
blame it on the
government and say it on the
radio (What) and if you don't already know All these Uncle Tom ass kissin niggas got to go