Dead Prez I`m African Lyrics

I`m African Lyrics

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

chorus
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 (repeat 3
times)

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

chorus

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