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strange froots - afro punkass lyrics

[girl]
oh my god, becky, look at her b-tt
[sara c]
kiss my sub-saharan -ss, becky!

[intro – sage]
alright let’s do this!
malika, tshizimba, strange froots
we’re the motherlanders!
come on! turn up! we ain’t playin’ no games!

[verse 1 – mags]
they were born in the motherland, mom pop
doing well for themselves, wanted more for their crop
they moved to another land, i dropped
but 1992 ain’t where the tale stops
my roots stretch all across the gold coast
no boots can stomp out the flame, we roasting
ghosting when we see the cops
innocent until they place the props
we in a state of emergency
gotta get together with real urgency
cause we’re ruled by c.r.e.a.m. or so it seems
“caucasians rule everything around me”, so
if you would, just knock on wood
so the kids of today can do some good, and
if you can, just wave your hands
they might still shoot but we still stand

[chorus]
from the land of truth and gold, we come to share stories untold
dark as night and just as cold, we bring the flow that don’t get old
when it comes to riding waves, please take a seat cause we riding first cl-ss
got no choice but to be brave; mama didn’t raise no afro-punk-ss
from the land of truth and gold, we come to share stories untold
dark as night and just as cold, we bring the flow that don’t get old
when it comes to riding waves, please take a seat cause we riding first cl-ss
got no choice but to be brave; mama didn’t raise no afro-punk-ss

[verse 2]
[malika (french)]
connais-tu (tu) marie la galante
celle aux forces mystiques et délirantes
elle n’est pas en afrique, elle est en guadada
proche des amériques on l’appelle aussi dantana
eh ben voilà d’où je viens
de l’île aux 100 moulins
terre de culture, d’histoire (et du rhum qui te met bien)
on y est tous le fruit de la sueur et du sang
presque tous des descendants rouges, noirs et blanc
français, soi-disant mais au fond tout le monde sait
qu’ c’est du vent, avant ou maintenant
les traces du continent sont indélébiles dans l’âme de ses enfants
pas besoin de parler le bambara
pour être issue de la diaspora
ki zo vlé ki zo vlé pa , sé afriken mwen yé
peu importe où je vais, je reste une malika
[tshizimba]
too black, too strong, what a problem uh
north side we live, turn it up
two worlds they clash, but they so alike
we left so now gotta live it right
1st gen kid, left homeworld
goofball, more steve than i am pearl
starin’ at the universe and it stares back
struck first now a brotha gotta-gotta strike back
look, just bear with me, bare minimum
bush brodda jammin’ infinitely, everybody knows
when the cheese goes, never stops yappin’
rise of a rad kid, hit ‘em with that action
yeah, they say that we are young and mad for nothing
nowadays it’s all or nothing, momma say “i’m such a punk-ss”

[bridge – naïka]
bust a rhyme while i step on your crew
got a new bar plan inspired by wu tang klan
shook up the place with a rhythm and blues band
on the day of the good lord (yes lord!)
wash your bruises from sins on band-aids
msemble ki sa?!
just another punk-ss that causes ruckus
you poke fun and point our issues
man, this ain’t no freakin’ circus

[breakdown]
growing up, feeling strange, knowing there’s things i can’t change
realizing i got strength (mama didn’t raise no afro-punk-ss!)
growing up, feeling strange, knowing there’s things i can’t change
realizing i got strength (daddy didn’t raise no afro-punk-ss!)
growing up, feeling strange, knowing there’s things i can’t change
realizing i got strength (siblings didn’t raise no afro-punk-ss!)
growing up, feeling strange, knowing there’s things i can’t change
realizing i got strength (cause the village didn’t raise no afro-punk-ss!)

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