Yasiin Bey, K’naan, Chali 2NA - America lyrics

Uh huh uh huh uh huh oh this takes me home
It makes me think about sitting
Outside of my old home when I was younger
And singing something like

(K'Naan in Somali) gabaryaray shuxaano
Maro Shabeel eh xirato maro qafiif eh huwato
Magacaaga ii sheeg magacayga waa Sharaf
Sharaf, Xaaji weyaan aqalada xiriirta
Dhinac baa ka jooga ala yaa usheega?
Tinta ushaleeya? Naa hoéy Zamzamey
Sabaax nuurey adoo kilkiley
Iyo kaloon badanay
Adoo xajka jira xasuus badhanay!
Saxiibtaa caasho, cashaq baa dhilay
Ugu dhambaystina aniga iyo geel uba
Ugu banaan bixin waa aniga orodneey
Nabad dheynee mareekan waa laga soo waayey
Mareekan waa laga soo waayey
Mareekan waa laga soo waayey


There are certain things fresh
And certain things mish i got my own sound I
Don't sound like the rest
And even my attire and my choice of dress
And not long ago I don't spoke English
My point is police pull me over a lot
They wonder what kind of rap sheet I got
And sometimes I take a young girl out to eat
And hold the door open, "Oh
You're so sweet!"
Of course my affection's super illustrated
And I like to give don't reciprocate it
Unless you could give me someone innovated
Well lets cook it up we don't refrigerate it
But back to the country of the educated
Where people get robbed and they celebrate it

Waa aniga orodneey nabad dheynee!
Mareekan waa laga soo waayey
Mareekan waa laga soo waayey
Mareekan waa laga soo waayey


Maraken, my country 'tis of thee
Sweet land for robberies
Dope smoke and SUV’s
Red meat and army greens
Fat and frills, thrills and spills
Eat and sleep, hump and kill
Shop til you drop, work til you dead
Get all you can, then get in the wind
Outta my face on your knees
Sleep in the mansion, shut out the streets
Make that cake, whoop that trick
Lick my swagger suck my sick
Get high get low get stcky get rich
Get yo own show get down get quick
You slow you blow you broke your fix
Terror dome, home swag home
Terror dome, home swag home
Home swag home, home swag home
(Somalian (America) )

There are some things pure
While certain things blur
Dilute it with the lie and
You believe when it occur
Falsified information got my people
In the stir we have to be in search of
Something equal to the cure
Straight out the door
I come to give you more
Lay the law keep it raw
When I speak it from the core
Get underneath your skin like
Especially with the claw
Conflicted with the rich cuz I
Kick it with the poor
I laugh in the face of adversity
Sound clashed with the bass cuz
It's natural to me
But if you pay attention to
The past you will see
Not long ago you black they'd hang
Your ass from a tree
Certain things things change
While some stay the same
Some are recluse others are
Lovers of the game
I'm trying to walk the lane
The Sirat al-Mustaqim
Instead of doing things they keep
You covered in the flame

(Somali)
Nanananana that shit was cool in English
But let me get that Somali verse (Somali)

(Somali until fade out)