Jake One - African Drums lyrics

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Jake One - African Drums lyrics

[Intro] Worldwide sh** We all over the globe Y'all know, Freezer [Verse 1] I traveled from overseas back, Free's back, to each his own I had the business sense to lead back home I chatted in the jet like Special Ed I flown Back to Africa, too bad I had to leave my chrome Pa**port on file, condo by the Nile The camera tried to follow this top model to Cairo Get a few female Top Models to swallow When they finished with Tyra Then then holla at the boy Yeah, some of my homeland's ravaged from the war It's vital that I visit some spots out of The Bible I'm by the Red Sea, not the Dead Sea All tracks get destroyed like Sodom and Gomorrah [Refrain] It don't matter where you at, it's matters where you from That's why I spit hood raps over African drums You gotta rep where you from, no matter where you be That's why I spit street raps over African beats It don't matter where you at, it's matters where you from That's why I spit hood raps over African drums I shut it down and leave with your Queen to be [Verse 2] Witches in the tuck like the young King Tut I was dusting the murder tracks while they were wrapping him up He was ruling over Egypt Now I'm on my way to be ruling over rap, body people on they remix I got the belt flow would leave Michael Phelps seasick I'm chasing wealth, people like who the hell he is It's L-E-S, Freezer his L-E-S Flow is just as wet as the Arabian Sea is I post up in the Arabian Peninsula I'm a m**m, I follow the Sunnah and never deviant Thaw, other rappers do not have the ingredients Not wicked with the tongue like young Free is [Refrain] [Verse 3] It's the rap Prince Akeem, your mom's dream In other countries I'm always heard but not seen Except for the internet but I'm a store force em Different cities monthly I'm going on a world tour These other rappers' flows getting old but not Free's I got a hold, I'm in control, y'all sloppy I like my hoes pigeon-toed, knock-kneed Bring it home for papi Rock and roll Pop, lock and drop it Like Nia Long They coming short with the profit I lock and load Stay in touch with the right broads via phone These other n***as they might blow but we explode, yeah [Refrain]