Listen to I'm a African by Dead Prez

I'm a African

Dead Prez

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dead Prez
Dead Prez
Performer
Mister Sinister
Mister Sinister
Scratches
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C. Gavin
C. Gavin
Lyrics
L. Alford
L. Alford
Composer
Andrew Mair
Andrew Mair
Composer
V. Williams
V. Williams
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dead Prez
Dead Prez
Producer
Hedrush
Hedrush
Producer
Christos Tsantillios
Christos Tsantillios
Mixing Engineer
Blair Wells
Blair Wells
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yo turn this motherfucking shit up! Ha, ha, ha, what *Africa's in the house* (sample from ((Jungle Brothers: Straight Out The Jungle))) Uhuru, coupe tete boule kay *Africa's in the house* Rwanda, Nigeria *Africa's in the house* My nigga D.R. *Africa's in the house, they get petrified* 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 *louder* And I know what's happenin I'm a African, I'm a African, uhh *louder* 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 *louder* And I know what's happenin It's plain to see, you can't change me Cuz I'm a people army for life It's plain to see, you can't change me Cuz I'm a people army for life It's plain to see, you can't change me Cuz I'm a people army for life It's plain to see, you can't change me Cuz I'm a people army for life *Louder* 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 B-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, Cuz 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 *louder* And I know what's happenin' I'm a African, I'm a African, uhh *louder* 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 *louder* And I know what's happenin' 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 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 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 gotta go
Writer(s): Clayton Angelo Gavin, Lavonne Alford, Vonkeli E Williams, Andrew Mair Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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