Yo turn this motherfucking shit up! Ha ha ha 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 aint 'bout where you stay, it's bout the motherland (repeat 2X)
[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 gotta go
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