I'm A African

Yo, turn this motherf*cking sh*t up!

Hahaha (Uh)

Uhuru

Coupe tete boule kay

Rwanda, Nigeria

My n*gga Dedan, Abu

N*gga, 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 N.W.A. and P.E

I'm black like Steve Biko, raised in the ghetto

By the people

F*ck the police (F*ck 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-I-C-A

Puerto Rico, Haiti, and J.A

New York and Cali, F-L-A

Yo, it ain't 'bout where you stay, it's 'bout the motherland

A-F-R-I-C-A

Puerto Rico, Haiti, and J.A

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

F*ck-a-cop hip hop make your head bop

Bounce to this socialist movement

My environment made me the n*gga 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, a*s-kissing n*ggas got to go