Hedrush - “I'm a African” Dead Prez lyrics

Yo turn this motherf**ing sh** up! Ha ha ha Uhuru, coupe tete boule kay Rwanda, Nigeria, Africa's in the house My n***a D.R, Abu [Verse 1: stic.man] n***a, 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** 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 bu*ts, 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** 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** a cop, hip hop Make your head bop Bounce to this socialist movement My environment made me the n***a 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 a** kissing n***as got to go