Dead Prez - I'm A African Lyrics

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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 Abu

[Verse 1: stic.man]

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

Holding 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: M1]

Ayo my life is like Roots -- it's a true story

It's too gory for them televised fables on cable

I'mma a runaway slave watching the north star

Shackles on my forearm running 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 dancing what

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HOOK: Both

I'm a African

I'm a African uhh

And I know what's happening

I'm a African

I'm a African uhh

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 uhh

And I know what's happening

It's plain to see you can't change me

Cause I'm People's Army for life

Where you from fool?

[Verse 3: M1]

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 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 he was tryin to drop us a real gem

That's why we bucking holes in the ceiling when we hearing

HOOK

[Both]

A-F-R-I-C-A Puerto Rico Haiti and J.A

New York and Cali F-L-A

No it ain't 'bout where you stay it's bout the motherland

[Verse 4: stic.man]

It's like tank top flip flop

Natty 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 arrested 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 work all her life and still struggling

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 kissing niggas got to go

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