Yo, turn this motherfucking shit up!

Haha (Uh) What?

Uhuru (Africa's in the house)

Coupe tete boule kay, Rwanda, Nigeria (Africa's in the house)

My **** Dedan, Abu (Africa's in the house, they get petrified)

****, 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

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'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 butts dancing, what!

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

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?)

No, I wasn't born in Ghana, but Africa is my mama

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 kill 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

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

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

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

This that tank top, flip flop, knotty dreadlock

Fuck-a-cop, hip-hop, make your head bop

Bounce to this socialist movement

My environment made me the **** 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 mama worked 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, ass-kissing **** got to go