INDO - I'm a African (Explicit Version) lyrics

[Intro (Overlapped with Bridge 1): stic.man] Yo, turn this motherf**ing sh** up! Hahaha. (Uh) What? Uhuru. Coupe tete boule kay. Rwanda, Nigeria. My n***a Dedan, Abu [Bridge 1 (Overlapped with Intro): Samples with Scratches by Mista Sinista] "Africa's in the house" - Sample from Afrika Baby Bam on Jungle Brothers - "Straight Out the Jungle" (x3) "Africa's in the house, they get petrified" - Sample from Afrika Baby Bam on Jungle Brothers - "Straight Out the Jungle" [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 traum That grows natural like locks on Africans Holding the smoke from the herb in my abdomen Camouflage fatigues and dashikis, 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 (“f** the Police”)—you know how we do [Verse 2: M1] Ayyo, my life is like Roots: it's a true story It's too gory for them televised fables on cable I'm a runaway slave watching the North Star. Shackles on My forearm, running with a gun in my palm I'm a African. Never was a 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 1: dead prez] I'm a African. I'm a African. Uh (“Louder”) And I know what's happening I'm a African. I'm a African. Uh (“Louder”) 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. Uh (“Louder”) And I know what's happening [Hook 2: M1 and Samples with Scratches by Mista Sinista] It's plain to see you can't change me ‘Cause I'm People Army for life It's plain to see you can't change me ‘Cause I'm People Army for life It's plain to see you can't change me ‘Cause I'm People Army for life (“Louder”) It's plain to see you can't change me ‘Cause I'm People 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 for 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. Then, was trying to drop us a real gem That's why we bucking holes in the ceiling when we hearing [Hook 1: dead prez] I'm a African. I'm a African. Uh (“Louder”) And I know what's happening I'm a African. I'm a African. Uh (“Louder”) 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. Uh (“Louder”) And I know what's happening [Hook 3: M1] (x2) A-F-R-I-C-A Puerto Rico, Haiti, and J.A New York and Cali, F-L-A Yo, it ain't 'bout where you stay. It's ‘bout the motherland [Verse 4: stic.man] This that tank top, flip flop, knotty 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 the rest 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 worked all her life and still struggling I'll 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