I'm A African Lyrics - Let's Get Free - Dead Prez

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. 

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 

Holdin 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 

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

It's too gory for them televised fables on cable 

I'ma a runaway slave watching the north star 

Shackles on my forearm , runnin 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, dancin, what 

I'm a African 

I'm a African, uhh 

And I know what's happenin 

I'm a African 

I'm a African, uhh 

And I know what's happenin 

You a African? 

You a African?, louder 

Do you know what's happenin? 

I'm a African 

I'm a African, uhh 

And I know what's happenin 

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

'cause I'm a 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 from be -Ball, selling mad crack or rappin 

Peter Tosh try to tell us what happened 

He was sayin if you black then you African 

So they had to kill him, and make him a villain 

'cause he was teachin the children 

I feel him, he was tryin to drop us a real gem 

That's why we bucking holes in the ceilin when we hearin 

I'm a African 

I'm a African, uhh 

And I know what's happenin 

I'm a African 

I'm a African, uhh 

And I know what's happenin 

You a African? 

You a African?, louder 

Do you know what's happenin? 

I'm a African 

I'm a African, uhh 

And I know what's happenin 

A-F-are-I-see-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 

A-F-are-I-see-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 

It's like tank top, flip flop 

Knotty dread lock, 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 

Try 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 hustlin 

My momma work, all her life and still strugglin 

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 kissin niggas got to go