Young Man

Young man now tell where did you get your skills from You must have gotten it from foreign land you spit too tight to be African Young man now tell where did you get your skills from You must have gotten it from foreign land you spit too tight to be African Well that's right I spit too tight But am African Omo in fact am a Nigeria Eko for sure Sheybi awon lo was GBE wa lo I remember the time they came and too our father's away Now the rain ain't falling the sun is shining bright But they keep asking me where did you get your skills from I hear my people say rap is not a African art Ah come on it's a black thing so I choose to play my part Ancestors took rhythm and apply it to poetry It's the things of the mind the style is the fluency Tales was told in rhythms some back in times From the pyramid of Egypt to this hypocritical days of mine Civilization started in my back yard The Genesis of all nations written by God Am Nigerian I represent the area am from I spit tight in my mother's tongue Cuz no idea is original it's nothing new under the sun It's never what you do but how it's done Young man now tell where did you get your skills from You must have gotten it from foreign land you spit too tight to be African Young man now tell where did you get your skills from You must have gotten it from foreign land you spit too tight to be African It ain't my fault that am sort of a linguist I speak Yoruba Hausa German and English Because they can't distinguish My tribe rep from above you all they wrote off the engines Therefore we don't sell Nigerian Because we tight like being wack is a criteria And on the other hand cuz brother man is in to hip hop he cannot represent the motherland Art and sport are universal (that's right) Originated only for this press so To pass on the word when they are not indigenous What identifies you not imprison us Vision us not united divided we will fall If I shouldn't have rap then we should have play football Music has no race or gender And that's a message coming from a faceless sender Young man now tell where did you get your skills from You must have gotten it from foreign land you spit too tight to be African Young man now tell where did you get your skills from You must have gotten it from foreign land you spit too tight to be African Madala You see hip hop was taken away from us Now it's back up here Young Man And we are loving every minute of it feel the flow call my name Young man Oh loving it say my name once more Young man Be proud of who you are keep being black one love baby