Yo turn this motherfucking shit up!
Ha ha ha
Rwanda, nigeria, africas 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.
Im 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 its a true story
Its too gory for them televised fables on cable
Ima a runaway slave watching the north star
Shackles on my forearm , runnin with the gun on my palm
Im 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:
Im a african
Im a african, uhh
And I know whats happenin
Im a african
Im a african, uhh
And I know whats happenin
You a african?
You a african? , louder
Do you know whats happenin?
Im a african
Im a african, uhh
And I know whats happenin
Its plain to see, you cant change me
Cuz Im a people army for life
Where you from fool?
[verse 3]
No I wasnt 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
Thats 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, its bout the motherland
(repeat 2x)
[verse 4]
Its 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
Im 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 dont already know
All these uncle tom ass kissin niggas gotta go
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