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dead prez - “i'm a african” dead prez lyrics

yo turn this motherf-cking sh-t up!
ha ha ha
uhuru, coupe tete boule kay
rwanda, nigeria, africa’s in the house
my n-gga d.r, abu

[verse 1: stic.man]
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 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
f-ck 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 b-tts, dancing, what

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 k!ll 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, 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 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 -ss kissing n-ggas got to go

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