Dead prez - I'm a African (Clean Version) lyrics
[Dead prez - I'm a African Clean Version lyrics]
"Africa's in the house" - Sample
From Afrika Baby Bam
On Jungle Brothers - "Straight
Out the Jungle" "Africa's in the house
They get petrified" - Sample
From Afrika Baby Bam
On Jungle Brothers - "Straight
Out the Jungle"
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 traum
That grows natural like locks on Africans
Holding the smoke from the herb in my abdomen
Camouflage fatigues and dashikis, somewhere
In between NWA and PE
I'm black like Steve Biko
Raised in the ghetto
By the people fuck the police
("Fuck the Police") you know how we do
Ayyo, my life is like Roots:
It's a true story it's too gory for them
Televised fables on cable
I'm a runaway slave watching the
North Star shackles on
My forearm, running with a gun in my palm
I'm a African never was a 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 dancing what!
I'm a African i'm a African uh ("Louder")
And I know what's happening
I'm a African i'm a African uh ("Louder")
And I know what's happening
You a African? You a African? ("Louder")
Do you know what's happening?
I'm a African i'm a African uh ("Louder")
And I know what's happening
It's plain to see you can't change me
‘Cause, I'm People Army for life
It's plain to see you can't change me
‘Cause, I'm People Army for life
It's plain to see you can't change me
‘Cause, I'm People Army for life ("Louder")
It's plain to see you can't change me
‘Cause, I'm People Army for life
(Where you from, fool?)
No, I wasn't born in Ghana
But Africa is my momma
And I did not end up here from bad karma
Or for B-Ball, selling mad crack, or rapping
Peter Tosh tried to tell us
What happened he was saying if you black
Then you African so they had to kill him
And make him a villain ‘cause
He was teaching the children
I feel him then
Was trying to drop us a real gem
That's why we bucking holes in
The ceiling when we hearing
I'm a African i'm a African uh ("Louder")
And I know what's happening
I'm a African i'm a African uh ("Louder")
And I know what's happening
You a African? You a African? ("Louder")
Do you know what's happening?
I'm a African i'm a African uh ("Louder")
And I know what's happening
A-F-R-IC-A puerto Rico, Haiti, and JA
New York and Cali, F-L-A
Yo, it ain't 'bout where you
Stay it's ‘bout the motherland
This that tank top, flip flop
Knotty dreadlock
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 the rest my fam
Tried 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 hustling my momma worked all her
Life and still struggling
I’ll blame it on the government and
Say it on the radio
(What?) And if you don't already know
All these Uncle Tom
Ass-kissing niggas got to go
From Afrika Baby Bam
On Jungle Brothers - "Straight
Out the Jungle" "Africa's in the house
They get petrified" - Sample
From Afrika Baby Bam
On Jungle Brothers - "Straight
Out the Jungle"
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 traum
That grows natural like locks on Africans
Holding the smoke from the herb in my abdomen
Camouflage fatigues and dashikis, somewhere
In between NWA and PE
I'm black like Steve Biko
Raised in the ghetto
By the people fuck the police
("Fuck the Police") you know how we do
Ayyo, my life is like Roots:
It's a true story it's too gory for them
Televised fables on cable
I'm a runaway slave watching the
North Star shackles on
My forearm, running with a gun in my palm
I'm a African never was a 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 dancing what!
I'm a African i'm a African uh ("Louder")
And I know what's happening
I'm a African i'm a African uh ("Louder")
And I know what's happening
You a African? You a African? ("Louder")
Do you know what's happening?
I'm a African i'm a African uh ("Louder")
And I know what's happening
It's plain to see you can't change me
‘Cause, I'm People Army for life
It's plain to see you can't change me
‘Cause, I'm People Army for life
It's plain to see you can't change me
‘Cause, I'm People Army for life ("Louder")
It's plain to see you can't change me
‘Cause, I'm People Army for life
(Where you from, fool?)
No, I wasn't born in Ghana
But Africa is my momma
And I did not end up here from bad karma
Or for B-Ball, selling mad crack, or rapping
Peter Tosh tried to tell us
What happened he was saying if you black
Then you African so they had to kill him
And make him a villain ‘cause
He was teaching the children
I feel him then
Was trying to drop us a real gem
That's why we bucking holes in
The ceiling when we hearing
I'm a African i'm a African uh ("Louder")
And I know what's happening
I'm a African i'm a African uh ("Louder")
And I know what's happening
You a African? You a African? ("Louder")
Do you know what's happening?
I'm a African i'm a African uh ("Louder")
And I know what's happening
A-F-R-IC-A puerto Rico, Haiti, and JA
New York and Cali, F-L-A
Yo, it ain't 'bout where you
Stay it's ‘bout the motherland
This that tank top, flip flop
Knotty dreadlock
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 the rest my fam
Tried 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 hustling my momma worked all her
Life and still struggling
I’ll blame it on the government and
Say it on the radio
(What?) And if you don't already know
All these Uncle Tom
Ass-kissing niggas got to go