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Текст песни Dead Prez - I`m a African

Dead Prez - I`m a African слова песни

Yo turn this motherfucking shit up!Ha ha haUhuru, coupe tete boule kayRwanda, Nigeria, Africa`s in the houseMy nigga D.R.[Verse 1]Nigga the red is for the blood in my armThe black is for the gun in my palmAnd the green is for the tram that grows naturalLike locks on AfricansHoldin the smoke from the herb in my abdomenCamouflage fatigues, and daishikisSomewhere in between N.W.A. and P.E.I`m black like Steve BikoRaised in the ghetto by the peopleFuck the police you know how we do[Verse 2]Ayo my life is like Roots it`s a true storyIt`s too gory for them televised fables on cableI`ma a runaway slave watching the north starShackles on my forearm , runnin with the gun on my palmI`m an African , never was an African-AmericanBlacker than black I take it back to my originSame skin hated by the klansmenBig nose and lips, big hips and butts, dancin, whatHOOK:I`m a AfricanI`m a African, uhhAnd I know what`s happeninI`m a AfricanI`m a African, uhhAnd I know what`s happeninYou a African?You a African?, louderDo you know what`s happenin?I`m a AfricanI`m a African, uhhAnd I know what`s happeninIt`s plain to see, you cant change mecuz I`m a people army for lifeWhere you from fool?[Verse 3]No I wasn`t born in Ghana, but Africa is my mommaAnd I did not end up here from bad karmaOr from B-Ball, selling mad crack or rappinPeter Tosh try to tell us what happenedHe was sayin if you black then you AfricanSo they had to kill him, and make him a villainCuz he was teachin the childrenI feel him, he was tryin to drop us a real gemThat`s why we bucking holes in the ceilin when we hearinHOOKA-F-R-I-C-A, Puerto Rico, Haiti, and J.A.New York and Cali, F-L-ANo it aint `bout where you stay, it`s bout the motherland(repeat 2X)[Verse 4]It`s like tank top, flip flopKnotty dread lock, fuck a cop, hip hopMake your head bopBounce to this, socialist movementMy environment made me the nigga I amUncle Sam came and got me and arrested my famTry to infiltrate and murder off the best of my clanI`m not American, punk, Democrat, or RepublicanRemember that, most of the cats we know, be hustlinMy momma work, all her life and still strugglinI blame it on the government and say it on the radio(What) and if you don`t already knowAll these Uncle Tom ass kissin niggas got to go

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